A prayer during recovery

Master of the World, I am on the way back. The worst is behind me, but my body has not yet returned to what it was. Everything takes longer: getting up, walking, concentrating. And I, who was used to doing everything alone and quickly, must now wait and ask for help.

Give me patience with my body. Let me not be angry at it for being slow, and let me not push faster than it can go, only to prove to myself that I am fine.

Give me strength to persist in what the doctors and therapists ask of me, even when it is boring, even when it hurts, even when I see no progress from day to day.

And let me see the small progress: one step more than yesterday, one night of good sleep, a morning when I got up easily. Let me rejoice in it and give thanks for it.

And on the nights when the pain returns, or the fear that the illness will come back creeps in, give me quiet. Let me not read every sensation as a bad sign, and ask the right person when something truly worries me.

And let me accept help without feeling humiliated, and thank whoever helps me. And send me a complete recovery, that I may return to my life and my family with renewed strength.

And let me keep relying on the doctors and therapists, ask when something is unclear, and not give up on the checkups and the follow up visits. And let me remember that recovery too is a road, and at every step of it there is reason to thank You.