Another full week. I can tell based on the volume of dog hair I vacuumed up this morning. Differing levels of disorder fill the rooms. The flat surfaces around our home are covered by either dust or stuff. Or dusty stuff. Our dog intermittently has donned the dreaded cone-of-shame for an infected anal gland. He started on his second round of antibiotics today. Very little on my to-do list or the way I wanted my days to look turned out how I wanted this week. Mild irritation began growing into full-blown frustration. And then today I stumbled upon this TED talk:
And now I sit here humbled, sobered, grateful, sad.
Jennifer and I both were diagnosed with breast cancer the same year. Five years ago this week I lay in bed recovering from my first surgery to remove what ended up being a 4cm by 6cm tumor. A call from my surgical oncologist came with the devastating news: cancer had spread to three spots on one of my lymph nodes. A second surgery was quickly scheduled to remove all the lymph nodes under my arm.
My story didn’t turn out like Jennifer’s, but it could have.
Now I sit with renewed perspective.
I am still here.
And regardless of the circumstances around me right now, God has gifted me with more days and years to live and love.
Life is a gift.
As I look around at the mess, both within and without, rather than annoyance I find myself whispering prayers of gratitude and thanks.