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I just went onto FB and stopped to read the first post in my newsfeed as I logged on. One of the pages I follow over there is by the wonderful Oriah Mountain Dreamer and she posted something that really resonated with me right now:



Although I have recovered mostly from the double surgery on my shoulder a few months ago, I found lately that the area around the scar and the scar itself is causing me some discomfort and pain at times. Nothing dramatic, but it's noticeable and it's a bother at times. Not surprising, considering how much tissue they removed, to make sure they got everything out and to prevent a come-back. I was talking to someone about it this afternoon and thought you know, it is a bother, but… I still have the use of my shoulder, my arm, my hand. In the greater scheme of things, the discomfort is a small price to pay for my health? I have a huge, ugly a scar to show for it, but I survived and I'm 99.99999% o.k. now? If that is not something to dance about, I don't know what is...
 
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I just went onto FB and stopped to read the first post in my newsfeed as I logged on. One of the pages I follow over there is by the wonderful Oriah Mountain Dreamer and she posted something that really resonated with me right now:



Although I have recovered mostly from the double surgery on my shoulder a few months ago, I found lately that the area around the scar and the scar itself is causing me some discomfort and pain at times. Nothing dramatic, but it's noticeable and it's a bother at times. Not surprising, considering how much tissue they removed, to make sure they got everything out and to prevent a come-back. I was talking to someone about it this afternoon and thought you know, it is a bother, but… I still have the use of my shoulder, my arm, my hand. In the greater scheme of things, the discomfort is a small price to pay for my health? I have a huge, ugly a scar to show for it, but I survived and I'm 99.99999% o.k. now? If that is not something to dance about, I don't know what is...
I know that cross posting is frowned upon, but this just fits, and I am way too lazy to type it all out again. So ignore the method and concentrate on the message! I posted this a month or so ago on another thread.

My sister Linda (and anyone who knows me knows that my siblings are my very bestest friends in the whole universe) suffered a ruptured abdominal aortic aneurysm a few years ago. They got her into the hospital in time and they were able to repair the aneurysm but in the process she threw a lot of blood clots. Those clots killed her kidneys. So here she was, healthy, active, strong up until Christmas night, then her life changed forever. She has dialysis 3 times a week. She had to have a double bypass two years ago, risky because of her renal health. Her little granddaughter, Ashley, was diagnosed with leukemia last year.

Why all the background? Because when my legs had been stented again for the 4th time, we were sitting her on her deck and I started whining about my legs. Suddenly I looked at her - 50 pounds thinner (and she was never a big lady to start with, 4'11" tall) unable to hold her brand new grandson, and I just stopped. "Look at me! Good grief!! A little leg discomfort and I'm whining but look what you face every single day!"

Well, my very wise younger sister looked at me through her big green eyes and something like this: I have problems. And people always say that what they are going through is nothing compared to where I am. But my problems don't lessen the impact of what your problems are. They don't affect my life any more than yours affect your life - they're just different. My issues might be a little bigger but that doesn't make yours any smaller. In the end it's not about competition - it's about compassion.

I can't remember her exact words now - I wrote it out once but don't know where it is off hand. But in the end, all it means is that a comparison of lives - the successes, the trials, and the failures - will always end up lopsided. When did my baby sister get so cotton pickin' smart?
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I just went onto FB and stopped to read the first post in my newsfeed as I logged on. One of the pages I follow over there is by the wonderful Oriah Mountain Dreamer and she posted something that really resonated with me right now: Although I have recovered mostly from the double surgery on my shoulder a few months ago, I found lately that the area around the scar and the scar itself is causing me some discomfort and pain at times. Nothing dramatic, but it's noticeable and it's a bother at times. Not surprising, considering how much tissue they removed, to make sure they got everything out and to prevent a come-back. I was talking to someone about it this afternoon and thought you know, it is a bother, but… I still have the use of my shoulder, my arm, my hand. In the greater scheme of things, the discomfort is a small price to pay for my health? I have a huge, ugly a scar to show for it, but I survived and I'm 99.99999% o.k. now? If that is not something to dance about, I don't know what is...
Ron, an old friend of mine used to say this: "Scars are a road map to a life well lived. Sure, you could spend your whole life like a classic car, that only goes out on nice days, driven slow and careful. But that's never really living. Or you can be that beat around car, that gets out in the thick of it everyday. Sure, some will open their doors and ding ya and others will snicker at you as they're passing you by. But you're out there and you're living it up. If you haven't already guessed, I'm that beat around and every one of my scars are a souvenir payed for by life's hard knocks. And like souvenirs, some are my oun, while others are not. But they still made me who I am today. I may not be pretty, but at lest I lived and I was reliable." He really loved cars. Hope it helps. :hugs
 

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