A Moment like This:

Health is wealth. Cliché as it may be, this adage strikes a chord when illness strikes.

I detest being sick (ok, who doesn’t?). But as I lie in bed, sleepless yet too incapacitated to do anything, I feel like a loser.
Why am I so weak—physically and mentally?
Look at Stephen Hawking. He suffers from amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, a type of motor neuron disease which cost him the loss of almost all neuromuscular control. Yet, he overcame all odds to become a world-renowned theoretical physicist.
Why can I be stronger, not succumb to my illness and be a functional effective being? Why do I need to be bedridden? It’s a case of the mind’s willing but the flesh is weak.

I don’t like myself as an invalid.