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Being thankful when you don’t have a lot
How cancer changed my perspective
A few years back, my ex and I were in the midst of a rough patch. Our savings were gone because I had bailed him out of jail. He’d had a DUI. And wrecked his vehicle. So were sharing one car. And Mom had just moved in with us.
Don’t get me wrong. I love Mom. But she came to us from an abusive situation and her PTSD from that caused issues.
To top it off, I had ongoing health issues from my cancer, and our beloved cat had been diagnosed with renal failure. So now, on top of everything else, we had to give her sub-Q injections every day. And we knew it was only a matter of time when that wouldn’t help and we’d have to say good-bye to a precious member of our family. Because, at least for me, pets are family.
But anyway, it was a bad, bad time in my life.
So I vented. To my husband.
Of course I did.
Who was I going to vent to except my husband?
Unfortunately, he has a low tolerance for this. One reason he’s an ex. It’s not that I complain a lot. Trust me. I was voted most cheerful person in the chemo ward. Or I would have been. The nurses all told me so.
