Some people call me an inspiration because I made it through four brain surgeries; What they really mean to say is “better you than me.”
Not in a bad way. They think they can’t deal…but you can if you had no choice.
Let’s be honest. I am not that woman that crosses the finish line in her wheelchair with her husband pushing her so she can feel the wind in her face; Nor that man with ALS who can no longer walk and can barely talk with a smile on his face.
I say “shit” or “crap” when I drop things.
I get frustrated.
I get angry.
Ok, I get pissed.
I cry some more.
I even say, “Why me, God?”
count to 10
or 100. Whatever works.
I remember who I was.
I hug my kids as much as I can even though my son says his are in Vegas and my daughter rolls her eyes at me every chance she gets.
I ride my stationary bike listening to tunes like Rachel Platten’s, “Fight Song.”
I have a diet coke.