Today was another day of celebration and family. My Dad treated the whole family to dinner at Olive Garden while we celebrated the two youngest family members September birthdays. It was good food, good company and conversation. As the family ages and moves on these gatherings are harder and harder to plan where everyone can get together without work, school or other conflicts. It is wonderful to have the memories to cherish with both the young and the old. I hope you all can be in your families embrace as often as possible. (((HUGS)))
Today started out pretty good, but turned rough in the end. I had another “fibro fog” morning and forgot to take my morning meds. Still … I felt good enough to take in another beautiful fall day and walk the short path to my doctor’s office for my weekly session. Just that little five minutes of fresh air and sunshine made me feel almost normal. The rest of the day my back began to plague me and I developed a horrible headache. I still have fibromyalgia and can have the day turn around on me fast, but I try to hold onto the good that was there before hand. That walk was short (and it no doubt helped fuel my allergies), but I moved and got a dose of sunshine. That is enough to make me happy for the day.
There is often beauty hidden in nature just like there is good that can be found among the bad. Today was an anxiety filled day as it was time for my cancer re-check. 13 years ago I discovered I had breast cancer. I went through the chemotherapy and radiation both. I beat it with the help of some great doctors. Today was bittersweet as after seeing my oncologist all these years I “graduated” and will no longer see him for my yearly mammograms. He kept me going and got me through some rough patches. Even went above and beyond to help me find a doctor that would treat my fibromyalgia. So I am ecstatic to be free of the oncology department, but I am going to miss some real heroes in my book. Cancer is an ugly thing, but there is beauty hidden in anything.
This morning I woke up with a lot on my mind. The wheels started spinning before I even really had my eyes open. One of the wonderful gifts of dealing with anxiety. But as I woke up and took in the surroundings I felt the warmth of a friend. Curled up next to me was my cat (well actually my daughter’s cat, but she can’t have pets at her apartment). I still miss my cat Stumpy who passed away earlier this year. Chevy is not as much of a cuddly cat but she can have her moments. This morning was one of those precious moments. It helped to calm me a little to just pet her and look at how peaceful she was (unlike at 2am when her running races and jumping and climbing fits happen). I think any pet can give us so much with the unconditional love they share. What a happy way to start the day…