Да, друзья мои, давненько я так не болела....

Yes, my friends, a long time ago I was not so sick. At its core, illness was always a legal way for me to rest when I could fill my life with various “important” things. And so the disease went, and I cleaned the apartment, washed the dishes, the floors, wiped the shelves with books, vacuumed, dusted, washed, ironed, cooked, slept, then found new activities. This time everything is wrong, there is no strength for all these "important" things, I just lie there, eating while breathing, and reading a book replaces a dream. In the half-forgotten state, I manage to think about something, I hear my husband doing his own business, and unlike me, he always knew how to set priorities in the classroom. Thinking about the disease ... How worthless a person becomes in the face of an ailment! All past agility and strength disappears somewhere and now you lie and you can only think. To think about oneself, about relatives, about “important matters” that are not really important, about the meaning of things and finally about God. Although he was supposed to be the first on this list. Because if in childhood, when something happened, I shouted “oh, mummies” on the machine, but now I understand that help can come only from one source and whisper “Lord, have mercy”. Everything is not just like that, and the disease is not just like that, and thank God, I stopped, as if I had come to my senses and could watch, feel and thank. So thank God for everything! Christ is Risen!