It's amazing how much growing up (even at my age) that one can do in a week...
We like to think our personal problems are the most important in the world (and if you say you've never done this, you're lying). These problems could include a co-worker you want to punch in the face, feeling left out by a group of friends, attempting to interpret whether there's more than friendship with certain males....you get the picture. For better or worse, these problems tend to consume us, as petty as they might be in the grand scheme.
And that grand scheme hit like a ton of bricks (both bad and good) in the past week...
the bad (because it's better to start with the bad and end on a high note)...
On Tuesday prior to volleyball, I was kind of bummed that I wasn't going to the Cubs/Brewers game and made mention of it to a couple teammates (who knew the underlying reason why). After telling me to shut up and have fun, it ended up being a good night with friends.
The next morning, I check my Twitter account (per usual) and see a tweet from DS about "a terrible wreck". "WTF?" was my exact tweet back. Turns out, the shuttle transporting my friends home from said baseball game got broadsided by a car. One of the guys (MK) was thrown out the door and was "beaten up" - more precisely, a broken collarbone and a few broken ribs. Fuck...
the good...
Since Mom's diagnosis in August, I try to talk to her at least twice per week (although right now I'm failing miserably at this). We usually talk about her treatment, along with the sports page. Overall she's in good spirits, but every once in a while she'll complain about side effects - mostly being tired & run-down - which is to be expected.
On Sunday, I talked to Mom (per usual). I was excited to share with her that I met an 18-year survivor of pancreatic cancer while at the PurpleStride Milwaukee event. (note: the average life span after diagnosis is 14 months, so 18 years is f-ing amazing) But Mom had fabulous news of her own....her tumor shrunk by 50%!!!!! This not only means the chemo is working, but the treatments will now be less frequent and evasive. Woot!
As a society we tend to focus on the bad and what we don't have, rather than be grateful for the good and what we do have (myself included). And I know I really need to stop doing this and think about how lucky I really am.
Thus, I'm thankful...
- that MK's injuries weren't more severe (and wish him a speedy recovery) and that everyone else came away relatively unscathed
- for the medical advances in cancer research, giving all of us hope
- that Mom is at Johns freakin' Hopkins and is receiving among the best care in the nation; as well as Mom continuing to handle herself with positivity, grace and resiliency
- the above mentioned traits may have been passed down to me (at least in some capacity)
- for the health, happiness and well-being (generally speaking) of my friends and family
- for my immediate family - their love, their support, the knowledge they'll always be there even across the miles
- for the unending support of my friends (both old and new) - the past ten months would have been hellish without all of them, and their friendships mean more than they know