I am so glad to welcome 2012. Ready for a great year, and always trying to become more calm, more Zen, more able to appreciate the wonderful things in my life that often get overlooked while trying to just keep up with everyday details.
I started having some really intense bladder pain on Friday evening; not the usual burning on urination that usually accompanies a bladder infection but spasms and pressure and actual pain. I think it was an exacerbation of interstitial cystitis, which hasn't bothered me in ages, but after eating lots of chocolate and drinking far too little water and more coffee than usual over the holidays, I assume I aggravated my bladder. Spent the day Saturday preparing for our party and drinking tons of Evian and a homeopathic remedy and the strategy seemed to work for me, but I didn't do the midnight champagne thing. I felt enough better by yesterday to enjoy a little wine at my party but am ready to back off the celebratory eating and drinking and get back to my usual constraints anyway. Up early and off to work again tomorrow.
Seems like there is so much illness all around me...every time I take any time to peruse Facebook, which is rare, I find that some friend of mine has had a major health event or has passed away. This time of year it seems that the reports increase. It's hard to keep my spirits up over the holidays, and I'm trying not to fall into an expectation of bad news when the season rolls around. This time, I'm feeling really grateful that although my father has been recently diagnosed with Lymphoma, his pathology indicates a form of the disease that people generally manage well and that doesn't require treatment. That's my attempt to make lemonade here, and to try to focus on the positive. I know Dad is scared, and of course I know first hand how hard it is to reconcile that news that Cancer of any form is now part of one's health history. It's a shock, and an emotional experience that requires several stages of assimilation, like grief. I hope that he is able to achieve some peace about the diagnosis and not to focus on the fear-factor. So many of us are surviving with cancer and living quality lives. I just hate for him that he had to join the survival team of our family; guess he couldn't stand to be left out!
I took lunch to my mother in the nursing home today. She seemed to enjoy the meal and the visit. I had a lot of sadness this weekend, missing being able to call her to chat, even though those conversations were often frustrating. During those calls, at least we were able to converse with ease, which is no longer possible, and phone calls these days are almost pointless for me; as I am nearby and able, it's much better to visit in person. These days, both on the phone and in person, she doesn't say much, but she says that she is happy. Lord knows that makes me happy. Happy New Year, everyone.
I started having some really intense bladder pain on Friday evening; not the usual burning on urination that usually accompanies a bladder infection but spasms and pressure and actual pain. I think it was an exacerbation of interstitial cystitis, which hasn't bothered me in ages, but after eating lots of chocolate and drinking far too little water and more coffee than usual over the holidays, I assume I aggravated my bladder. Spent the day Saturday preparing for our party and drinking tons of Evian and a homeopathic remedy and the strategy seemed to work for me, but I didn't do the midnight champagne thing. I felt enough better by yesterday to enjoy a little wine at my party but am ready to back off the celebratory eating and drinking and get back to my usual constraints anyway. Up early and off to work again tomorrow.
Seems like there is so much illness all around me...every time I take any time to peruse Facebook, which is rare, I find that some friend of mine has had a major health event or has passed away. This time of year it seems that the reports increase. It's hard to keep my spirits up over the holidays, and I'm trying not to fall into an expectation of bad news when the season rolls around. This time, I'm feeling really grateful that although my father has been recently diagnosed with Lymphoma, his pathology indicates a form of the disease that people generally manage well and that doesn't require treatment. That's my attempt to make lemonade here, and to try to focus on the positive. I know Dad is scared, and of course I know first hand how hard it is to reconcile that news that Cancer of any form is now part of one's health history. It's a shock, and an emotional experience that requires several stages of assimilation, like grief. I hope that he is able to achieve some peace about the diagnosis and not to focus on the fear-factor. So many of us are surviving with cancer and living quality lives. I just hate for him that he had to join the survival team of our family; guess he couldn't stand to be left out!
I took lunch to my mother in the nursing home today. She seemed to enjoy the meal and the visit. I had a lot of sadness this weekend, missing being able to call her to chat, even though those conversations were often frustrating. During those calls, at least we were able to converse with ease, which is no longer possible, and phone calls these days are almost pointless for me; as I am nearby and able, it's much better to visit in person. These days, both on the phone and in person, she doesn't say much, but she says that she is happy. Lord knows that makes me happy. Happy New Year, everyone.
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