Suffer sickness silently; celebrate wellness loudly.
Love your broken body; honor your diseased self.
We are both our well and sick selves.
Devastated bodies have no answers — yet they persist.
A sick body is one path to a well soul.
Sickness draws our true friends to us.
Disease is strong; the human spirit stronger.
Pain is isolating; extreme pain obliterates the rest of the world.
Wait until it happens to you — then comes understanding.
Bodies — sick, harmed, dimorphic or aged — these are never shameful; they are simply what it means to be human.
Uninitiated pain is pain, gain is something quite else.