"I'm rich in other ways."
I grew up poor. One day my sister and I went to the cupboard because we hadn't had lunch. We found little pieces of spaghetti that had gotten loose from the package on the shelf, and a drop of honey. That was a feast.
For years, I bought clearance vegetables and marked-down meat. It kept us afloat. I've also harvested prickly pear, fiddlehead ferns, and mushrooms. I don't think there's anything that we can grow that I can't figure out a way to use.
But I'm rich in other ways. I have friends that I dearly love who care about me. It's fulfilling every day knowing that I'm helping somebody else. That's a big thing.