I don't know why I'm posting this - maybe for other ideas about perspective? Maybe just to say it - and my eyes are leaking as I type. Certainly not for sympathy.
My daughter left home last Saturday to share a flat with a friend (female teacher, sensible etc). I know she needed to leave; she needs to be independent. She's very sensible and able to sort out her own money and other matters. I thought I'd be OK - but I'm not. I've had a shitty week and have cried at the drop of a hat. I miss her.
However, at one point on Thursday, I thanked my lucky stars. One of the women I work with, has cancer. She has three children between 8 and 14 years old. She started off with breast cancer aged 31. Double mastectomy, lost her hair with the chemo, sick sick sick. Went into remission. Only to return with a vengeance a few years later, having spread to her ovaries. Hysterectomy. Chemo and sickness. Clear for a while. Now it's returned, and it's in her bones. Her body is failing her; she will die before her eldest even reaches 18, never mind leaves home.
But she's one of the happiest, most optimistic people I know. She's worked right through all her treatments, coming to work in a baseball cap when she lost her hair. Currently has treatment every three weeks, but still does everything at home as well as working full time. Never complains. Takes every opportunity to have precious time and make memories for her children. She's an inspiration.
Makes me realise how lucky I really am, and how little tolerance most people have when they have been poorly. I don't think much compares to her lot.