Months ago and very early in my recovery process, I made the conscious decision to be grateful each day. Regardless of anything else going on, I was and am grateful to be here, not only here among the living, but here where I am today. With the people I love. In a situation where I have so very much to be thankful for. But we know, as time moves on, grateful is not always easy to maintain. At least for me. We find cracks, register complaints, feed our discontent. Sometimes we just need a reminder.
Today, I finally had an appointment with an ophthalmologist. No less than three times during our visit, she looked at me and simply said, ‘you are one lucky lady.” For being here. For apparently having very little long-term damage to my eyes, for having access to great medical care. For everything. And she’s right. And I’m back to where I was a few months ago, in awe of my good fortune and once again grateful for where I am and with whom.
Every day is a gift. Every experience, good and bad, an opportunity to appreciate where we are and with whom.
Nancy Wiley writes. 