“rheumatoid arthritis”
My FIL had that really bad. Hands and fingers all bent and snarled. What a horrific disease.
But he never once complained, never once said “Woe is me, this isn’t fair.” He was as cheerful as a person can be. He was a great inspiration.
I really didn’t recognize that virtue until after he passed and Father Tine started telling me I was starting to get up in years. I’m 73 and no real serious complaints...yet.
That is amazing that he still maintained his cheerfulness despite his suffering. What a hero.