I have noticed in the last few years that my world has shrunk. Let me explain. When I was growing up my world consisted of the school grounds, the neighbourhood playground, the surrounding forest and of course my home. As I grew older we moved around a bit and my world enlarged. There was the local mall, friends in other towns, vacations, University, the working world. My world grew as I grew. I became aware of other parts of the country. I vacationed in several different provinces, even a few other countries. I may not have been ‘world traveled’ but I wasn’t completely inexperienced either. Lately I have noticed that my sights have turned in somewhat. My concerns are for the area immediately in my vicinity. I worry about my home, the sidewalks outside my apartment, the doctor’s office. These places are all within about a mile of my home. One mile. Once the world was mine for the taking (figuratively speaking). Now I am concerned about only my backyard. I guess that is what happens when your world is turned upside down by a crisis.
That sounds so melodramatic: a crisis. A predicament sounds a little too tame. This disease has made so many changes in my life, sometimes without my noticing.