Over the years I—like you—have heard that the cure can be worse than the disease. With so much information provided on all the new meds advertised on television and in print, it’s amazing that anyone would be willing to try the “cure.” The possible complications of some medicines seem to present a whole new challenge for those looking to ease their particular malady.

Take the “cure” for RLS—that’s Restless Leg Syndrome. (“RLS!” Never knew there was such a condition until recently. Never knew anyone who had it!) Now there’s a cure for this condition…but, horrors, the medicine can lead to a gambling and/or sexual tendencies. Whoa! The medicine may restrain your legs, but does this mean that you run the chance of becoming a street walker or a Las Vegas high roller? Maybe it is better to just learn to live with some leg movements!

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I don’t know why I continue to be optimistic about most things in my life. I guess I’m just a “Pollyanna” who believes that everything will always be fine. I’ve learned the hard way, however, that no matter how positive my beliefs, things don’t and won’t always go the way that I would like.

A recent example of things not turning out the way I expected is my recent knee surgery. My husband and daughter vowed to take care of me during my recovery. Although they have failed in the past with their promises, I just knew that I would be in capable hands when I returned home from the hospital. In less than 24 hours I learned how wrong I was with my expectations. I discovered—for the umpteenth time—that I was living with two very crappy caretakers! Their insensitivity astounded me…but, if the truth be told, I should have known. Thirty years of marriage and 24 years of motherhood to my daughter, the baby of the family, should have taught me something. Ahhh! But there’s always hope! This time, I just knew, things would be different.

My husband and daughter were somewhat caring at first. My husband even offered to stay home from work—a rarity—to attend to my needs. Once he got me comfortably settled in bed, he was gone. No he didn’t leave the house. He went to the far reaches of our domain to make phone calls for work. If I needed anything, I was to call him on his cell. The next four hours he was missing in action. Never did he make an appearance in the bedroom to see if I needed something.

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