My friend has no boobs. She had breast cancer, twice. She
has to take strong medications and injections every day for the next 5 years.
Everyone fears cancer, but her fears are greater than most.
I see a therapist later today because I am overwhelmed with
having teenagers in distance learning. My eyelashes are falling out. My rent
went up, again. I am recovering from dental surgery and the stitches in my jaw
are really bothering me. But I don’t have cancer so what do I have to complain
about?
You know what my survivor friend told me? She didn’t say get
a mammogram or a checkup, she said, “Take care of your mental health.” That was
profound because what else do you really have besides your psychological
condition?
My attitude can be pretty awful sometimes. I am not really
someone that exudes happiness everywhere I go. But after having covid-19 I noticed
that I generally have a more positive outlook. When I received the positive
test result, I was most fearful that I would lose the ability to really use my
lungs. I am not a marathon runner but I am a big girl who can run a few
miles without stopping for a breather. The fear of not being able to breathe well was so great. I took the advice of my sister-in-law and walked every single day while I was sick; even if I had
a fever, I would go to my secluded canyon with the dog and walk as much as I could.
There was one day when I could only walk for about 10 minutes before I had to
go back and rest. I almost passed out. It was difficult but I truly believe that
by pushing myself, I saved my lungs from a worse fate. I didn’t lay on my back
all day and let my lungs fill with fluid. I am not 100% the same, I still cannot smell anything. I do get
winded faster than before, but I know how lucky I am. Every day since, when I wake
up I look forward to breathing heavily out on the side of my favorite hill with
my dog. I walked over 35 miles last month, not a whole lot but pretty good for someone who had covid. It feels like a privilege to be uncomfortable. I don’t ever want to take
anything for granted. This new appreciation for my lung capacity is
boosting my positivity.
What are you grateful for?
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