Thank the Holiest of the Holy, I’m doing better today. Phew!
I was getting worried there for a moment. Or for 3 moments. Or maybe even 4.
It’s always a relief to me when my mood shifts for no apparent reason. It’s not that I’ve had a miraculous healing, or anything to cheer me up. It’s just that I’m feeling a bit stronger, and bit less like a victim, and the world isn’t seeming like quite as dark a place as it was yesterday.
Isn’t it strange how this can happen? No apparent changes in one’s life, but a weight is lifted off of you. I suppose it is a miracle, in a sense.
Some days I see the cup half-empty, and some days, rare days, I see it as half-full. Optimism isn’t something that can be faked. At least not for me.
No matter how many times I tell myself that I have so much to be thankful in my life, if I’m depressed, it just falls flat. On it’s face.
I’m still waiting on the results from Pathology on that lump that was cut out of me last Monday. It is dangling there, in the back of my mind. I called the surgeon’s office yesterday, as they had told me the results would be in yesterday or today.
Well, Pathology is saying that it won’t be another week until the results are out. Are they trying to torture me, and other patients who are waiting on pins and needles to find out if they have cancer? Their excuse was the holidays. I don’t think it’s a good excuse.
While it is rainy, cloudy, and gray, here in Ashland, today I can take the darkness. I have a little inner light of my own, and it is warming me.