Internet, I am guilty of feeling sorry for myself. In fact, I dripped tears all the way to work this morning.
Why? Well, because my knee hurts. Like, Really Hurts. And thanks to an immobilizing brace, I’ve got a peg leg. And thanks to my crutches, I’ve got bruises in my armpit. Which simply isn’t right.
Even worse, I can’t get down on the floor and play with my kid. Or dance with her. Or spin her in circles. Or do much of anything.
I’m stuck here on the sidelines of life, and I don’t like it one bit.
So yeah, I’ve been feeling sorry for myself.
But then I ran across a post on the Brains on Fire blog (which, if you don’t read, you totally should). It links out to an old BBC story about Phyliss Greene, a woman who started blogging at the age of 90. While supposedly dying from an ailing heart.
Go watch it. I’ll wait.
I’ll bet at least one side of your mouth is quirking up in a smile, isn’t it? I had tears in my eyes when it was over, but I was smiling too.
I spent some time reading her blog this afternoon.
This was a woman who really knew what it was to live.
And while it’s obvious that she was sorry to be facing death, she kept her sense of humor to the end. In fact, her last post was entitled “With apologies to Nora Ephron, who feels bad about her neck.”
She goes on to talk about her perfectly ordinary legs that she never fully appreciated while they worked.
“I wish my legs would reconsider our happy, long relationship, and show a little gumption and let me get up and go.”
That’s how she ends it.
Those are the last words she ever wrote.
And then I realized how lucky I am. I may be hobbling, but my leg still works. My knee will heal. And I have (hopefully) many, many years of relatively good health to look forward to.
Even better, I am surrounded by people who care about me. Who are doing everything they can to help me through this…even if all they can do is post a quip to Facebook that makes me smile.
My heart is full. My life is good…and much of it is still unlived.
I’m going to try not to waste it by feeling sorry for myself.
Time is to precious to waste like that.