The last few years have wrought changes, in our lives, in myself. I'm still figuring out what, exactly, is different, and in what ways. Easiest to focus on the lack of dye. But I see a change in my eyes. Maybe because the pain, while still present, is not constant, not oppressive in the same way. Sometimes it feels as though I've made no headway at all, but when I look back, I realize how bad it had been, and is not now. Even on bad weeks, like the last few. I hurt when I move wrong, when I'm very tired. Not every moment. I'm stiff, but I can sit, I can crouch with difficulty, where once I could not at all. It's hard to remember how much better this is.