Years ago, one of my friends was struggling with a chronic illness. The girl was in bad shape, practically eating pain pills for breakfast just to make it through the day. After a few years of living with her illness, she was adjusting —as much as you can when you’re hurting. Her pain meds were managed well. She had gone through some counseling which had really helped her and she finally seemed to be getting her life back. She was moving on, even smiling more. She’d fought a hard fight and I admired her so much.