Celebrate the test findings: Six years now with no detectable virus, no worsening of liver form or function. I am happy about that. Yet I've been fatigued, for months now, despite conscientious efforts to heal through yoga, exercise, art, compassion reading and exercise (give yourself a break, breathe and stretch often). Maybe laughter - I'll look for some very funny DVD's, though even as I write that, I sigh. What makes me happy? Forgetting myself. Stopping to notice a tree, a cloudscape, people in the park. Stretching, taking a walk. Remembering that this moment is all I have, appreciating it, lightening up. Gently making fun of myself. Eating fresh foods, caring enough to shop and cook, though sometimes I'm too tired to bother. Skyping with my grandson and his parents. Talking casually or seriously with people, friends or strangers. Drawing and painting, once I get through that anxiety about whether I'll ever make another good picture. I've never abandoned refined sugar, and sometimes overdo. Boy, am I going to be chagrined if it turns out that's the source of brain fog or sluggishness. I'm reading my fibromyalgia cookbook. The recipes reflect the way I usually cook, but suggest more ingredients, such as fresh ginger root. The aching neck and shoulder muscles make it hard to hold up my head after a few hours. Everyone has issues to deal with, and I intend to deal with mine. I'm well and intend to stay that way.