As I slid into bed Sunday night after returning from the 3-Day, several things seemed to occur to me all at once.
First. Ohhhhhh my bed. My pillow. And clean sheets. And silence.
Second. The feel of Giancarlo's skin against mine as we snuggled up before falling asleep. So nice.
That seemed to lead my mind into a drowsy reverie of how fortunate I am. I think that truth is always present in the back of my head, but my brain gets so filled up by other things that sometimes it is hard to see back there, let alone think about it. It's good to dump everything out of your brain except that one thing from time to time. Life is good, and that in spite of all of the troubles and challenges that come along, life is still good. As I write this I think about those in this world who are the least fortunate of all, you know, starving children, victims of violence and disease, the homeless. I would venture to say that even many of them would agree that life is good.
I walked this weekend with people who have had tremendous challenges to face in life, not necessarily breast cancer related. It is time well spent being with people who have looked hell right in the face and have come out on the other side not only intact, but smiling and really living life.
I speak from experience on both sides.
Thank goodness for all of the things you are not! Thank goodness you're not something someone forgot, and left all alone in some punkerish place like a rusty tin coat hanger hanging in space. That's why I say "Duckie! Don't grumble! Don't stew! Some critters are much-much, oh, ever so much-much, so muchly much-much more unlucky than you!"