Seven Years of Gratitude
This month is a milestone. It just crashed into my awareness on Sunday, as I was taking my daughter and her friend shopping. We were driving along, and saw a man on a bicycle with a little trailer behind him. There was a dog in it, and the sight was just so funny! We pulled up next to him to get a picture. The man gave us a big grin.
As we were having a good laugh, I had one of those “high on life” moments I get every so often. I get them a lot more these last seven years than I used to before that. I think I took everything far too seriously. What happened in 2007 was serious. Very little after that has been!
Seven years from tomorrow, I received the diagnosis of Stage IIIC Inflammatory Breast Cancer. My first thought was for my children. I was determined to see them grow up. I have done that, and what a wild ride it’s been! They drive me absolutely nuts many days, and I treasure it all.
The hard lesson that cancer taught me was to put myself FIRST. That goes against everything most of us were taught, especially people my age, the baby boomers. I’m right on the tail end of that wave. I remember June Cleaver and all those nice ladies who took care of everybody. I remember the Enjoli commercials.
“I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in the pan, and never never let you forget you’re a man!”
Oh good grief! Puh-LEASE! Nobody can do that and have any juice left. I call BS.
Self care is sexy! It means that I approach life on full, not on empty. I am convinced that I am alive today because I got the message. Not only am I alive, but I have a really good laugh most days, and I don’t sweat the small stuff. I do hope you’ll indulge a little motherly pride, as I post pictures of the offspring I was determined to raise. They are feisty, demented, gifted, amazing teenagers with larger than life attitude, and I wouldn’t have missed this for the world!
What always comes up when I feel full to overflowing like this is the continued commitment to giving back. I am deeply grateful for the opportunities I have to do this.
I just set up a new website for massage therapists, because I feel so blessed to have been doing this work for the last 23 years. I also know that massage therapists and other healers tend to give and give, as I did. I have a very different viewpoint now! You can check it out at www.thriving massagetherapist.com. I am also cross-posting this to www.theliberationofpersephone.