A little perspective check.
I’ve been bitching almost nonstop about my leg the last few weeks. Even for me it’s getting old, so you know it’s definitely old for Bear and Monkey and everyone else I’ve spoken to recently. But. Perspective.
A week ago tonight a friend’s son lost his fight with brain cancer.
Here I sit, healthy, with my glass of wine, writing this blog, having eaten a spectacular dinner of szechuan green beans. Yeah, my leg hurts. Yeah, it’s a pain in the ass. Bonus? My family are all healthy and here with me. My son is not ill, not so much as a sniffle. I am not in agony knowing his days will be fewer than mine.
They got carry out from the Chinese tonight, and I told them it was on me. What else could I do? I can’t fix their pain or soften the sharp edges of the hole in their hearts and lives, so, like so many others, I gave them food and hugs and told them I’m here if they need me. I gave them all that I could in that moment. And it didn’t matter a bit that I had to hobble to bring them the bag. What might they and their son have given for him to just have a pulled calf?
My life is not that difficult and it’s time for me to remember that. I don’t have to walk miles for clean water. I have hot and cold indoor plumbing AND electricity. I have access to just about anything I want materialistically (assuming I have the cash for it at that moment). I have my health, even if it includes a sore leg. My leg is healing. Most of all, I have Bear and Monkey and Pup. I have friends and family I love and who love me. It’s time for me to count my blessings and know that it could all go away any time.