Gratitude (and faith)
I wrote this poem in my journal just now and knew I had my post for today. Here it is again, in case you can’t read my chicken scratches:
grateful
surgery Monday
have no fears!
pain is just temporary
faith
This poem says everything about my journey with cancer over these past 9 months.
Gratitude has always been my driving force. My oncologist laughed at me when I said, “yay, chemo!” one day.
But that is how I felt! I was grateful that my body was able to GET chemo! I was grateful for that chemo healing my body.
Yes, day four after chemo was always shitty, but day five was always next, and each day after that, I started to feel better. Less tired, more energetic.
I knew that. Gratitude knew that. So I celebrated getting chemo. I celebrate getting major surgery.
I have faith that I can handle it. And I know pain is just temporary.
I will walk up to that hospital on Monday with a smile on my face. I may have to brave it on there, as I’m always so nervous before I arrive at the hospital.
But that smile will be there. And then on the ward, I will gladly put on the surgery attire (it’s so charming, let me tell you).
And after that? I will be asleep for most of the day while some fantastic doctors perform surgery on me.