I’ve been struggling a lot with seeing the good in my life. Normally, I’m the one telling someone else to “put your big girl pants on and deal with it.” And I really haven’t been able to do that until now.
A year ago I had surgery to remove cancerous cells from my cervix. I only told my immediate family and closest friends. I didn’t want a pity party from people, and I didn’t want to make it seem like I was looking for attention. I finally made mention of it recently and for the first time publicly in my post, The Way It Is.
For the entire year of 2015 I was in and out of the doctor’s office more than 10 times. At first they couldn’t find what was wrong. It was this terrible waiting game. Half way through the year it got better. Then it got worse. You know, the whole vicious cycle. Finally, the decision was to go in and remove the cancerous cells. Low and behold, while they were in there, they found more. Fingers crossed they got it all.
Anyway, what’s my point? Why the hell am I telling a story about something that happened a year ago, and something I didn’t even necessarily want people to know?
Like I said, I’ve been struggling with seeing the positive things in my life. Some days are better than others. But today… Today I fully and wholeheartedly see and feel the good things in my life.
Today, I sit here thankful that those doctors were able to remove the cancer from my cervix. Today, I’m thankful for my life. So many other’s lives are taken too soon. And it’d be selfish of me to think that I wasn’t lucky. I should be thankful for this extra time I’ve been given. And I am.
If there’s anything in this life worth being thankful for, it’s the ability to live my life. With all the negative things happening around us, with all the negative thoughts and feelings we have every day, we still get to wake up. We still get to experience life and what it has to offer.
So today, I see the good in simply being alive.