It’s New Year’s Eve, 13 days after my mastectomy, and I’m facing a new year that begins with chemotherapy. I probably don’t have to tell you that my desire to celebrate 2013 rates right up there with doing this to my chin.
Because I consider myself a rational soul, I’m going to honor that crappy attitude, acknowledge it’s validity, and try my best to re-frame it before I become consumed with negativity. So, I prepare myself by doing a complete head dump and spend 2 hours mindlessly surfing the internet, where I find the above image using the search term “Things I Don’t Want To Do”. Out with the old, in with the odd.
When I get tired of that, I check my email, send to my trashbin Barrister John Okoye, legal adviser to the late Mr.and Mrs.William Scott who died in a plane crash and left me all their money, and click on a link to a cyber-friend’s blog post. Who better to cheer me up than Taslim, one of those people with so much positive energy that if you stick her to the roof on a sunny day, her body could theoretically replace your solar panels. Who knows? If she could learn to love her feet and feel gratitude for a full garbage bag, maybe I could I could learn to stop imagining myself puncturing my drainage bulbs with a kitchen knife.
I get much more than I bargained for when I happen upon one of her blog posts from October. If any of you are going through a tough time, I urge you to read it too. Here’s the LINK. Thanks Taslim, I needed that to remind me that human beings get through some pretty horrendous traumas and come out fresh and pretty on the other side.
Happy New Year! 2013 will be the year that I beat cancer.