I want my memory back. I would love to be able to remember names of people I have know for years. I want to be able to use the word I want, instead of a description of the word I want.
I want my knees back. Knees are not suposed to make that much noise going up stairs.
I don’t want my acne. Why must I have grey hair and acne.? That is not fair.
I want my energy back.
I want my muscle strength back.
My waist would be nice. I looked one day and it was gone. Instead of a waist I have an extra helping of thigh.
I would like the last half of my honeymoon. This will be our eleventh anniversary and I am still waiting for those last four days.
I want to eat chocolate and not gain weight.
I want my grandchildren to have a life free of trauma.
I just might get that one.