It Could Always Be Worse

Sometimes I don’t understand the complaining from people who have nothing to complain about. I understand that everyone deals with things differently, but it’s still hard to understand.

In the past month, the bad:  had blood work four times, three IVs, threw up at least ten times, been hospitalized once, had an ovarian cyst rupture, doctors found a spot on my kidney. I was told I had a tumour the size of my fist, passed out at a restaurant in front of hundreds of people, one Ct scan, one PET scan, five doctors appointments. I didn’t feel like getting out of bed.

The good: got out of bed, took a trip out west for my tenth anniversary, spent time with my husband, best friend and her partner on that trip. I went to an amazing wedding for people I didn’t know, who soon felt like family. I saw friends I hadn’t seen in far too long, went to Harvest Jazz and Blues, hung out with my both of my sons and my Dad. I made a wedding cake and was the MC for someone else’s special wedding. You’ve got to live, love and laugh.

Before you say how bad your day may be going, just try to find the good and be cautious of who you might be complaining to.