What worries you masters you.
Maddon W. Robinson
In an effort to try to live more normally – that is, to live in a way that doesn't involve thinking about illness and treatment and death all day long – my husband and I went shopping yesterday.
We don't go shopping, as a rule. I go shopping, rarely, and usually just for groceries. So I'm not sure how "normal" it was to drive to the nearest large city that has a bookstore. And a Target. But that's what we did, instead of anything else we might have done here at home.
And it felt good. We had a nice day, with a late lunch (the Garden Bar at Ruby Tuesday's) that ended up leaving both of us too full for dinner when we got back home.
One day down, 11 to go, to learn the nature of what is growing in his neck.
I'm shocked, shocked! that I've gained just two pounds in all of this. I feel like I can get back on track – get back to normal – without too much effort. Walking is a pleasure, a good habit that I greatly miss when circumstances prevent my taking one, as they have recently. If I can stop the mindless snacking, and stop buying things to mindlessly snack on, I can get the food back in line.
One day at a time. That's worked in the past, solving other life problems. No reason it won't work for this. In the end, it's really the only way to tackle any issue because in the end, really, all we have is this day. To make the best of it is a good goal.