I had a dream

It was a good dream it was. I was dreaming that:

* I had not had a heart attack and did not have ongoing breathing, bleeding and tiredness issues,

* angina was not a part of my life, that I did not have diabetes and that I did not have lower back bone degeneration problems,

* in the morning I would be getting up at 5.30am to get ready for work as a courier that brought me in $1,200.00-$1,500.00 a week,

* I would be able to pay the mortgage due at the end of the week and would have no problem paying the monthly bills,

* I would no longer have to budget $40.00 a day for food and other things so that we could make our fortnightly benefits cover our costs,

* we would not need to rely on family help to keep a roof over our head and this would make things less difficult for my elderly mum given her circumstances,

* my wife had not been diagnosed with breast cancer two years ago, did not have to undergo six and a half weeks of radiotherapy then a year later need to have a hysterectomy and bilateral mastectomy,

* my wife would be able to go to work as she used to and work 20-30 hours a week,

* we would be able to afford to go out for an Italian or Mexican meal and even maybe go to a show at Twin Towns,

* I would hear from my six children on a regular basis, or even irregular basis, and that I would be seeing my grandchildren this weekend,

* that people, once and for all, would appreciate what Evelyn and I deal with on a daily basis.

But then I woke up with pain in the chest, yet another angina episode that a spray of my GTN relieved, and I realized all of the above was but a dream, the same dream that keeps recurring 3, 4, 5 times a week.