somewhere today I listened to a pastor talking about gratitude and
finding it in the most distressing circumstances. Let your choice
be gratitude even if you are confronted with death in any way.
So he said. Well, today is the beginning of a 'new life' for my family.
We have just had some devastating news concerning my husband's
health or ill health and it could not really be worse. I fail to find gratitude.
Not even a tiny bit of it. This year has been a lousy one all starting off
in January with a very bad fall when I broke my lower vertebraes and
could not move for months. And slowly, as I was recovering, I was told
that I needed major surgery. My third one replacing my left hip called a
'revision'. I am still recovering though it's not a fast recovery this time.
My surgeon is now sending me to rehab to improve the movement of the
joint. And if that is not enough, yesterday topped it all. And I definitely
do not feel grateful. I feel angry just like I did when I had my first child.
A son. And lost him. The same kind of anger. And yet there are millions
of people out there that are far worse off. I know that. I don't need to be
told it and it does not make me feel better. Whining and kicking makes
me feel better though the kicking part might be rather impossible since I
can't kick with my leg right now.....
anyway, I felt like venting and just hope you understand.