Just out of curiousity I registered with a website devoted to those us us who needed a little help - stroke victims, MS & the like.  The stories were horrific.  And the writers were often so brave, making light of the most horrendous tales.  They made my story seem like child's play - so what if I now have only two styles of walking  - A duchess who's been too much to the gin bottle {that is, upright & very regal, but only to keep myself from falling over} & a mad Balinese type, with wild ,eccentric gestures.  Well, most of the inhabitants of the village think me mad anyway; for a start, I don't have a proper job - I write & that's not like going out to work everyday at 7 a.m & returning at 6 p.m. is it?  I've lost count of the people who've told me 'I intend to write a children's book one day, but I haven't time right now.' 
But my friend Anne, a writer like me, but of crime novels, tells me that some victims - & by that I mean anyone in a distressing situation - complain constantly about their lot & this is ultimately unattractive - sad but true.  Friends rally round but are driven away by the constant moans.  So I shall try to keep up my saintly forbearance & smile in the face of adversity.
Or is that going a bit too far?