If I were asked to verbally sum the effort and payoff of thirty
days of mindful gratitude, I could accomplish the feat in two words: invigoratingly exhausting.
Living mindfully is, in and of itself, invigorating. Waking
each morning without pre-conceived notions but remaining actively receptive to
the enormous amounts of people, places, events, things and situations for which I
have to be grateful for was energizing.
And exhausting.
Indeed the fatigue had nothing to do with the writing. The
fatigue was a mental fatigue. An over processing problem of sorts since the
universe did not see fit to stop illness, death or despair for me to simply
revel in the goodness. I was constantly feeling overwhelmed with appreciation but
intermittently dealing with profound sadness and grief.
In those same 30 days, a friend died, an uncle received a
terminal diagnosis and another friend’s cancer reawakened.
There were also a few moments of personal despair when I realized
that I had subconsciously planned for this party to mark the end of my ‘cancer
journey’.
It didn’t.
It can’t.
Cancer may not always be in the back of my mind but six
months in, cancer is the first thing I think of whenever I have a pain. A
headache? Brain Mets. Bad tummy? Liver mets.
Please know that I understand this is ridiculous and please
know that the jump is nonetheless very real. Several others (new and old to the
cancer scene) have seconded these thoughts. They are rationally irrational but
they are real.
Six months after my diagnosis, I am healthy, happy and
looking forward (with only minor trepidation) to reconstructive surgery. I have
a loving family, generous friends and a huge supportive community.
I am grateful. Very, very grateful.
NOTE: If you're new to the Gratitude blog posts, this may give you some context.
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