6 months down, 30 years to go

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.


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