The Gifts of the Broken Road 1-Fit Chick Cancer Thriver
One of the few Gifts of my Broken Road🎁
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~my TOLERANCE for UNCERTAINTY and DISCOMFORT has grown immensely
Those early days learning I had cancer were excruciating 😖
🔹Scrambling to find some sort of control over my life
🔹Watching that gerbil in the cage of my mind exhaust itself over thoughts 💭 of the road I chose to face, my inability to quench my fears with old comforts and the possibility of suffering & death 💀
🔹My emotional & spiritual muscles were pushed beyond my perceived limits.
🔹I grew in patience with each tough choice presented
Looking back the most IMPORTANT ⭐️ GIFT was the gratitude I experienced over the small, mundane moments.
💞Laughing as I jumped on the trampoline with the boys
💞The smell of leaves 🍁 in the fall
💞The feeling of pounding the road with my feet as I ran 🏃♀️
💞The choice to stay at work to finish that project
💞The sound of traffic as I listened to the mumblings of a favorite radio program
💞The spontaneous decision to meet a friend for coffee
We think our lives are in the BIG moments but it’s a culmination of the small seemingly insignificant moments that become the source of gratitude during a time of suffering.
I can vividly remember that drive to the oncologist this day fearful of the next chapter of my cancer story. More chemotherapy, a port inserted, injections of neulasta to keep white blood cell counts up to receive treatment and the loneliness that accompanied long journeys of illness.
💕But I also remember the time driving there with Tabitha Silerio and our lunches and cutting out words & pictures for our vision boards.
💕I recall the anticipation of a trip to Maui with Philip Robert for our honeymoon between chemo treatments
💕The ability to sleep in and rest instead of getting up for work
💕The time I had with the boys rather than dividing my time between commitments
Our problems are usually gifts 🎁 moving us into a better version of ourselves and reminding us of what’s truly important.