Having a chronic illness and a life is nearly impossible. Granted I like to think I live a pretty decent happy life. I have the most supportive, caring, and loving boyfriend I could have ever asked for. I have two fur babies both whom I love very dearly. I will admit I have been in a funk because I haven't even been home for a week this month. This is my 3rd hospital stay in just one month. I always feel not good enough for matt because I'm not home all the time, and being the girlfriend he deserves. But he assures me almost everyday that he is by my side no matter what. He chose to be with me and my illness. I also feel awful sometimes because I'm not as attentive to my animals as I should be. Lately matt has to feed white thunder because physically I can not bend down to feed him. Its been a while that I have actually gave him attention. It doesn't mean that I don't love him but it is difficult taking care of him. Same with Merlin. Merlin is a little easier to take care of because he is more able to do things on his own without pooping or peeing everywhere like white thunder does . I guess What I'm trying to say is that day to day life is difficult but I only do what my body is able to do for that day.