Monday, February 04, 2013
I was sending a private message to a friend over the weekend who lost a relative she was very close to cancer. He was around 50 years old. Late last week we lost someone in our community around that age. We have no idea how, the person just never woke up.
It got me to thinking how many people I know who have struggled with illness this past year. How many have lost v. how many have won. Further, I thought about the correlation between the two and I could find none.
At almost 50 years old, I had beaten my body up pretty bad with drinking, smoking, obesity, and lack of exercise.
Back when I was doing all of it, my favorite thing to say was “My grandpa smoked all of his life and died in his 90’s… from Alzheimer’s.” He quit smoking because he forgot he smoked! Without a doubt, he was an exception to the rule. I also figured my husband would outlive me, even though he’s older because he had taken care of himself.
I have been very lucky because to my knowledge, I’ve had no lasting effects from not taking proper care of myself in the past. It may have been luck, fate, Karma, destiny and several swift kicks in the backside.
I’ve come to the conclusion that health is a gift. One we can either choose to appreciate by pampering ourselves; or, one we choose to never unwrap. You could be like me and unwrap, rewrap, regift, degift, then unwrap again and swear you will never stuff it in a closet and forget.