I know I’ve spoken about gratitude many times before, and I just feel like I should mention it again. I know it may seem pollyanna to be continually talking in positive terms about something that’s as much as a drag as terminal cancer, but I can tell you with certainty that it’s one of the biggest components of me getting to where I am today. If I wasn’t practicing gratitude then the daily thought of cancer could have the potential to cause sadness and even depression.
Gratitude comes in many forms, from the smallest thing like Tracey taking the time to peel a bell pepper (on low residue diet so can’t eat the skin of fruits and vegetables), to being able to spend a night with 10 longtime friends and my younger brother.
Even when I’m completely exhausted by the chemotherapy and have no desire to do anything I am always grateful for the brown corduroy lazy boy with a heating pad. I can sit down, read a book and have a series of tiny naps. Or if I’m really wiped I have serious gratitude for our super cozy bed and dark blinds so I can go in for a really deep sleep.
I’ve got so much to be thankful for, but the thing I am most grateful for is my lovely bride. She takes such good care of me and I really, truly, completely, wholly appreciate it.
Tracey, thank you.