There is an old saying: "I cried because I had no shoes, then I met a man who had no feet"
Two months ago, my neighbor was found by his son...........dead. Bill was a cheerful guy in a powered wheelchair but he had no feet.........Diabetic. I'm not diabetic and I have my feet (and shoes). However, I did have misgivings last year.
I had a bad 2017. I just got a medical statement. Twelve doctors, NP's, Techs, etc were involved in my medical care. I had bladder surgery (ok now though) three cystoscopies, two endoscopies, three ER visits, hospital induced MRSA, and will probably owe a good bit of money from all of that. I also had two visits to the dentist as my teeth are brittle and subject to breakage. All of this is to be expected at my age. Actually i was feeling kinda down.
And then I found out that A really nice women in our church has pancreatic cancer and is going through many, many, treatments, has lost weight, but still is up beat and supported by her husband.
I'm scheduled for another endoscopy next week to check something out but that's not why I posted.
Thinking of all of this makes any little things seem like nothing. No matter how bad that we think we have it, there is someone out there worse off and mostly still
upbeatSo I'm looking forward to Spring and a chance to drive the Miata in decent weather with the top down. I'm also grateful for my family who is planning a nice 90th birthday celebration.
Family, attitude, reasonable health, and satisfaction, are much more valuable than any possession or position that I might have. Getting outside on a nice day and driving or riding is the icing on the cake.
