A few decades ago I went through something very similar to CharlieM, lost 25kgs, went from a waist size of 40” to 28”, three months in bed, six weeks in the infectious diseases ward, given every medicine they had and just had to wait it out. It was get better or go the other way. What I had went undiagnosed via testing but the thought was SARS.

During the six weeks there were only four guys in the ward, one passed away, one went crazy and was taken away then that left just myself and this much younger guy. Several times a day the nurse had to pat his back hard to make him cough up whatever was in his lungs. I could hear him coughing… coughing at night and he’d ring the buzzer and a nurse would start on his back once again. I left before him and hopefully he was the last man out.

When you’re laying in bed just waiting for an outcome any outcome nothing really matters. Then one day just like that you start to get better. I looked at that ward as the last stop, you either get your ticket punched and are given a return ride or the ride stops there.

We all will be at a last stop one day.

It’s what you make of it before then that matters.