Gratitude is a funny thing, isn’t it? When you are in the midst of a crisis or have suffered some loss, when the pain begins to diminish, you can feel gratitude as if it is your breath. Then, a little time passes and gratitude switches from being a heartfelt sensation and becomes an intellectual experience. I know this phenomena well as this Thanksgiving, I celebrate three years since my last surgery for breast cancer. In the early days of that journey, I could not fathom ever taking for granted anything about my life ever again, especially all the many blessings which personify it. Yet, just this past week, I was suffering a deep longing for what was my life. I railed that one stupid disease had so profoundly altered my life. I was stunned to realize that I was still trying, these three years later, to create my new life.
Disease, divorce, loss of jobs, all of these things changes our lives forever. They are not simple events that happen to us at one time or another in our lives. They are things that permanently alter just about everything that has been our life. From the place of their assault, we must first get back on our feet (choose and complete treatments, get through divorce proceedings, adjust to job hunting) and then figure out how to walk again in a world that is as foreign to us as if we landed in another country against our will. It is a harrowing journey, to say the least.
How can it be three years and I still struggle to live my new life? Must that be the case or are some of us just less able to take the life issues with the proverbial grain of salt? I don’t know, but I do know that there is something to celebrate as I find myself navigating the new landscape of my life: the knowledge that I had a choice, that I chose to move into a new land where health was the foundational choice by which all other decisions paled. The trick now, and for all the days I inhabit this new land, is to remember that gratitude is a noun, but to be grateful is a verb. I must choose gratitude, just as I chose health. I must have the courage to face the losses and let them go. Ah, there’s the rub: letting go to what? To more unknowns, to more things that go bump in the night. Sometimes, it feels simply feels safer to live with pain we know than risk a pain we’ve yet to meet.
Some folks say, “let go and let god.” I don’t always know how to do that and suspect the same may be true for you. I am a “doer”, one who makes things happen. I don’t think I’ve ever acted passively in my entire life which is what letting go feels like to me. Most of all, letting go means I don’t have any control which brings me back to the same feeling I had when I heard I had breast cancer. It is a circle.
So, in this season where we are focused on thankfulness, I choose to make list after list of all the things that I am blessed to have in my life each day: love of family and friends, a roof over my head, cars to drive, clothes to wear, good food to eat, and HEALTH! Most of all, I am grateful I can think and feel , even when doing so often either makes my head or heart hurt.
Making lists has served many times to make my heart less heavy. May we all write away our losses and in so doing, see the beauty of the picture the lists reflect of our new lives. Then, armed with those lists, we can continue to walk in our new lives, with the eyes of a child who always revels in the potential of what something “new” can mean.
I am grateful for each of you who have found my blog .I wish you great health and the courage to choose living, regardless of where that happens to be.
Happy Thanksgiving!
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