Change is good, right?

Spring is a time of change.  It is usually a welcome change from the doldrums of winter.  We all look forward to seeing the new blossoms on the trees and flowers popping up.  In our back garden (kept up by neighbor, friend, and landlord Petra), the calla lilies and forgot-me-knots have taken over and it is quite spectacular.
I have been fervently hoping for change in a few different ways.  The obvious is that I would like to see change physically.  I'm still diligent about physical therapy, but improvements have been difficult to gauge.  Certainly nothing dramatic has happened in many, many months.  Unfortunately, the most obvious change  has been increased pain.  I am not writing that in order to illicit a sympathetic response, I'm just telling it like it is.
The other changes I have been hoping for are things such as Trevor getting a new job, us finding a reasonable priced (yet fabulous) accessible apartment, me becoming more independent and other treatment options becoming available.  These are just a few in a long list, but you get the idea.  Well, Trevor did get a new job (yeah!), but he will be working weekends (boo!).  I wouldn't mind the weekend working thing if I could get out more independently, but those other changes haven't happened yet.  So while I'm trying to get used to the idea of a less freedom from our apartment,  there are other changes happening that I did not wish for.  How dare this happen.  I mean, really!  It seems that other people are busy living their lives as well, which means change for them.  The big three right now are my much beloved home PT Michael has taken a new job that is full time, so no time for me.  He is helping to find a replacement though.  Also, my acupuncturist Laurence is on sabbatical to France for a year.  Another replacement to try and find.  I've been working with both Laurence and Michael since coming home from the hospital over 2 years ago, so replacing them will be difficult, but hopefully not impossible.  The last change saddens me the most.  My dear friend Jennifer is moving to Cincinnati.  She is not replaceable.
Here is the change that I have been desiring, yet I have the blues.  As is often the case in life, the things we have least control over can have the most impact on our lives.  Kind of like a giant meteor.
So I will buck up and try to see the positive.  After all, the saying goes, "April showers bring May flowers".