There was a time when, six months ago, I never would have thought that I would see April 2nd.
Guess what? I made it.
It has been an interesting ride over the last 6 months. April 2 is the 6-month anniversary of my heart transplant.
Every day is another challenge. I have aches and pains that never seem to go away.
- I get winded going up the stairs.
- My arms feel like a pin cushion due to all the times I have been stuck.
- There are days I just want to stay in bed and sleep all day.
Why am I having a pity party for myself?
My self-pity party demonstrates my message. Compared to the alternative, all of my complaints are insignificant.
Really. They are insignificant. At any point, whining can take over my life if I let them. Yet hope is what gets me out of bed. It’s what makes me ignore the pain and go to rehab even though I feel like crap.
I am thankful to have this opportunity. I realize that I have been given a second chance and it is up to me on what the rest of my life becomes. Perspective is everything, right?
I haven’t figured out what my purpose is or why I am still here. I am continuing to move forward, believing there is something I’ve got to do.
The next time you’re having a bad day, remember the alternative is not all that appealing.
Thanks for coming in.