It seems like every day brings new things to make me sick. Not sick in the way of illness, but instances that make me just wonder why we're really here. I talked to my mom today and she was giving me a list of updates on our extended family.
For some reason, I feel like our family has more hardships than it should. We're all loving, devoted individuals and we care deeply about each other. What more are we here to do? And what more have we done to deserve what we have been given. The list of bad news goes on and on it seems and I feel detached from it because I don't see the troubles that are a part of my family's daily life. For instance, my Aunt Shirley just had back surgery. They had to break her back in three places, insert steel rods into it as well as into her foot. When asked the level of pain on a scale of 1-10 she said 25. She's in her early 70's and had been living with back pain for years. Don't you think that was enough? Hopefully this surgery will ultimately prove helpful. My cousin, Kristina, there's someone anyone could look up to for strength. You think you're having a bad day? Ask her about hers and she puts it mildly (a gross underestimation). She has a rare muscle disease pertaining to the mitochondria in her body and this disease is causing her muscles to slowly become weaker. So, while she has the wit and mind of her 33 years, her body just continues to dissolve. I must say, it has been quite the miracle to have her with us today as the doctors thought she would not live to be 21. Although she is becoming increasingly worse she ALWAYS is positive. She has the strength that I can only dream of. Her sister, has freqent mirgraines and had surgery on her nasal passage awhile ago. The surgery has made the headaches worse. She has lived with a headache every day. My other littler cousin just got four stitches in her chin for going into a ditch, the details of that I'm not quite sure of. And her little baby sister is has been in the hospital with pneumonia.
These are just this week's list of problems. The years have brought much strife to my family and I wonder how people can make it. I just can't understand the fate of it. I can't understand what brings the hardships onto people who have so much goodness in them. And then I wonder why I am complaining because my camera broke, or I don't know what I'm doing in life. At least I have a life right?
Today's not the day for complaining I suppose. Think twice about your blessings, and when you've finished think again. Because, at least you're alive. And at least you can walk.
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