Guilty Feelings

Ever since I had to quit my job over 6 years ago, I have gone through many periods of time when I feel so guilty about the fact that I don't work. So many have told me that's a crazy notion, but I can't help feel sometimes that I should be doing more during my days at home. I know I'm home because of my health, having PH hasn't always been very easy. And there are the days when I'm so thankful that I don't work, because I don't feel well, and I don't know how I could get through a workday. I go back and forth with these feelings, and sometimes it just gets me down.

And then there are days like today. I got a call from a man named Mike, who told me that his mother may possibly have PH, and he wanted to know more about my support group. He found my number on the PH website, and decided to give me a call. I spent about half an hour talking with him about PH, what it is, how I was diagnosed, my support group, and so on. I gave him the number of the PH specialist in Buffalo, and he was very grateful. When he had to go, he thanked me once again, and told me we'd keep in touch. I got off the phone with a feeling of happiness. Even if his mother isn't diagnosed with PH, I at least spoke with someone who now knows more about it. And it made me happy that I was home, not working, so that I could answer his call and his questions. The guilty feelings have disappeared, at least for today.

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Lippy said…
I think it's fascinating that you took the time to try and explain this illness to another to perhaps enlighten and comfort.

I'd never heard of this myself. I'm grateful not only for what you've taught me about PH, but that you've put a face and a life to the subject.

I think you did a great service.

Jimmy
11:49 AM
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