Every sick child, and probably every adult at some point, asks that existential question: Why am I suffering?
No answer is satisfying. To be sick is to feel vulnerable, weak, not in control, not in the game. Life is chugging along outside of your room. You can hear laughter, cars going here and there, people out and about. But you are stuck, shivering under blankets, appetite disrupted, and struggling to remember what it was like to feel healthy.-- More...