Often when not feeling well, I'd blame my battle injuries. On one occasion, the doctor suggested getting rid of the tonsils; on another, the gall bladder was removed. Neither surgery helped me feel better. Finally frustration was diagnosed. I wanted to paint and that was not possible at the time. I loved my family and did not want to deprive them in any way. The doctor said that my life was being shortened by a lifestyle that did not take my needs into consideration. The days were then divided into four shifts: work until dinner; family time until nine; paint and clean up until one a.m.; sleep until it's time to walk the dog. Vacations and weekends were for the family.