Once in a lifetime
You’d only want it to happen once in your lifetime. The call from the doctor to say your recent pathology test results are in.
You know when they ring the news is never going to be good. I’ve yet to have a ‘once in a lifetime’ call telling me I am well, fit and healthy. I think such sentiments are taken for granted.
As we age our ‘once in a lifetimes’ centre around family and if we are lucky the opportunity to travel. Not around receiving news, you could easily find yourself sinking into the depths of depression as my friend says to me: if she was me and got the news I got she’d go to her bedroom and feel sorry and sook for the rest of time.
But I look at it as I can wake up each day, eat and do things, go out, though in recent times that is very irregular, I can speak to family and friends, and in so many ways my life doesn’t change.
It’s a worry though when the doctor says your numbers are dropping, where I’d love to be operating at 100%, but then wouldn’t we all? Fate or genetics is playing out a different scenario for me.
I tell myself there is much to live for. Yesterday we made salmon patties for my daughters. It’s an Easter thing for them and yesterday was a labour of love, we had a lot of fun spending the day cooking, shaping, frying and then packing them for the respective daughters, along with a small gift of Easter eggs for themselves and kids.
In some ways, I see each day as a ‘once in a lifetime’. It’s like what comes along I deal with, I move forward and look for the joy in living.
Happy Easter to you all, stay safe and remember to keep your distance.