Isn’t it lovely when everything comes together? I’m not talking about toasting your nearest and dearest because years of hard work is finally paying off. Nor am I referring to popping champagne because a troubling situation has finally been resolved.
All of that is nice, of course, but lately I’ve find myself grateful when the smallest things align: sunshine on a Saturday, the sun setting on my drive home, or meeting friends for a happy hour than turns into dinner that turns into gelato under the stars.
You might know that I’ve been visiting the hospital every Monday at 2pm to have my blood monitored. My doctor recently informed me that I’m cleared to start doing monthly visits, and, if my blood stays infection-free, I’ll be entirely done with monitoring by July.
My diagnosis makes me incredibly grateful for how my treatment has progressed, and I find my gratitude spilling over for the most simple and ordinary pleasures (bright skies, warm cookies, fresh sheets).
The surgery and the healing process inspired a period of uncertainty and confusion in my life. I spent a lot of time considering why everything happened, what it meant for the future, and how best to proceed. Now, however, I’m beginning see how my struggle helped me refocus on what matters most.