I’ve been complaining about some minor health issues I’ve got going on — but every time I do, I am immediately swamped with guilt and shame. Because while I whine about some minor discomfort and inconvenience, a family member is in the hospital literally fighting for his life. Sorrow hangs just below the surface, as we struggle to find hope while trying to prepare our hearts for the worst. It’s a terrible balancing act.

There is such joy in life, so many amazing adventures and things to discover and learn. The pure innocence of a newborn baby, the graceful wisdom of an elder, the beauty of a sunrise. I try to keep this in mind as the days go by, and yet, my heart is heavy.


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You want random? You got it. Mostly knitting and gardening, with some home improvements, pets, baking, family, and the occasional bad joke thrown in for good measure. This blog is mine; it is a place where I can insist upon proper grammar or break my own rules and degrade into slang on a whim. Either way, it's still mine. I love the Internet.
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2 Responses to Perspective

  1. sewsable says:

    The thing to remember is that your own health problems are still there and they still matter even when worse things are happening to other people, even if they are family. Hugs from someone who also has health issues they wish would go away, and who has a friend with a terminal diagnosis.

  2. Tina says:

    You matter and are just as important. Take good care of yourself.

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