Why keeping positive is so important to battling the Beast.
Last Friday I was scheduled to give blood as I have since April prior to my chemo and now immunotherapy sessions.
Last Friday, New York was also recovering from a huge snowstorm the night before. But like an intrepid Arctic explorer, I layered my clothing and set forth.
Once arriving at the infusion center, one of my nurse Countess Draculas (my loving nickname for them) looked confused and asked 'why are you here?'
It turned out despite being in the middle of this round's sessions, I only need bloodletting once not twice.
They were so apologetic over the situation.
Once upon a time, I would have adopted a put upon attitude at the inconvenience. But I had had some juice, graham crackers and spoken with funny (haha) strangers.
Since my 2nd war w/ the Beast started, I have come to understand the extreme power of not sweating the small stuff. Also never allowing the big stuff to throw me off course.
Sure, I get mad, think of the unfairness, cry a bit at my fears and dislike the pain and huge changes I am enduring.
This my Life. Nothing promised it would always be sunny, but nothing can keep me from trying to achieve it.
Go forth with your own individual battles, but try to find something positive in each day. Hard at first, easier as time passes.
You can do this!
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