Taking good health for granted is something I have always done, I am sure.  But now, I know that I really should appreciate this body of mine…even if I don’t like the shape it is in.  I went to work out today at Curves.  That is the first time in awhile because of my infection.  It was hard and I got tired easily.  I didn’t even really push very hard. ( I know better.)  However, even in my weakened state I could do more today than last time I went.  My incision is healed (praise God in heaven!) and my surgery weakness is much, much better than before.

 I was told by my doctors, that the exercise will help flush the chemo out faster and put me on the right track to recovery.  That is more motivating to me than simply losing weight.  I have a new perspective on trying to be healthy so I can live longer.  It isn’t about the way I look anymore…I mean I am bald and my stomach looks like Frankenstein…not that improving my body is a bad thing…just not as important as making sure I am breathing and my heart is pumping.  Moving my joints is another good goal.

 I am also trying to remember to be thankful to God for my health, such that it is.  There is a new definition of pain and suffering that I watch around me at chemo each time.  I have it sooooo much better than so many.  I don’t want to forget that…I am grateful today for the ability to move and feel decent.  It is the grace of God and I will pray diligently for those that have it worse than I because I can’t even imagine what it must be like.  My compassion has blossomed like never before and I am moved to pray.