God. It all goes back to God for me. I think this is my backpack. So, I try to honor the lessons of this journey and recognize that we all have our backpacks in life.
I also think prayer provides me with perspective, so I remember that this health issue impacts my loved ones too. It helps me to take responsibility where I can and to receive from my loved ones when necessary.
Right now, I am unable to drive due to the chairi drops. I found I was complaining too much and whining too much for my own comfort. So, I started to pray about it and I asked for a miracle.
The next day, I started to list what was great about not being able to drive. I started to realize that I was now in charge of the music in the car, and I also realized people were chauffeuring me everywhere, which is a great act of love and kindness.
Finally, I started to appreciate being the passenger. It is far less stressful, and I realized the list of loved ones willing to drive me was longer than I could have ever imagined.
So, what started as a complaint became a reminder that I am truly blessed.
Blessings to all, Brian