There is a stoic practice of imagining or doing an activity and thinking how it might feel if this were the last time you could do it. This doesn't have to be a significant or profound task, you might be making a cup of tea...
This is not my first encounter with french footwear filchery... but no one expects lightening to strike twice nearly 200km away and 30 years later!! What, I wonder, are the odds on that??
I feel much more drawn to treatment. My attitude to the disease hasn't changed but my outlook on life has.
