Truly, all days are not created equal. Like many of you (most of you?), every day seems to have its own personality: some are sunny and bright, filled with good thoughts and gratitude; other days, well, not so much.
Yesterday I had a capsule endoscopy to have a peek inside my small intestine (just days ago, I had a colonoscopy and upper GI, this was to check for any bleeding sources that could be causing/contributing to my anemia). Even with all this gooing on, I had a wonderfully restful night, and woke this morning feeling good.
As what’s-left-of-my-mind did its usual morning inventory of my condition; physical and otherwise, I became essentially euphoric about my whole life. It was - and still is - a wonderful feeling.
So, I am 85 1/2, diagnosed in April of 2023 with stage 4 with widespread bone mets, taking Nubeqa and 6-month Lupron. Sure, I get tired easily (especially later in the days), and I realize a certain brain fog… all the usual stuff.
But…
I am essentially pain free, as mobile as humanly possible with a really crummy left knee, and I enjoy my life with my sweetheart of 64 years. This morning I am close to giddy because of how well I am doing. I still do all the meal planning, grocery shopping, meal preparation and much of the usual “chores” that old married folks do. I go to my gym 3 times a week and do a “little girl” workout!
I don’t want to be overly “it’s all about me” cheerful to those who might read this who are having a really, really bad day, but I do think that I often fail to find joy in the good times. Perhaps we all do.
I truly hope that every one of you are having an extraordinary good day. Love to all who are on this journey.
Rob