Its always kind of living on the edge in a way, isn't it? Never knowing quite how much pain the next day will bring, or just how tired you'll be.
Maybe it would be helpful it we started by sharing our stories, just in case we haven't "met" before..?
I'm 19, and I have a one year old DS. I fell ill three years ago, when studying for my ASs, kind of woke up with flu one morning, kept pushing myself, it turned into glandular fever, and then suddenly one morning I woke up, and couldn't get myself out of bed. I was practically bed-bound for a few months. When I did manage to start getting out of the house, it was in a wheelchair, and eventually worked up to being able to do short walks with a stick. I can walk for further now, but still need my faithful companion.
The ME has affected my body, mind, and life overall in so many ways, its impossible, almost, to remember the way things were before. Its the silly things - like not having to sit down to have a shower, being able to go for a walk without a stick, being able to read a book without it hurting - that sometimes get me down. But generally, DS keeps me on my toes, and although he was very very unplanned, he is wonderful, has made me a better person, and in a lot of ways made me realise there can still be a life with ME :)