Today was one of the worst days in recent memory. Certainly one of the top ten worst days of my life. It seems that if I have a particularly emotional evening, the next day the casodex depression is brutal.
Last night I stumbled across a post by a woman promoting herself as a coach and gifted communicator. She’s a breast cancer survivor. She’s decided getting the disease was a blessing. That’s all well and good for her. The tail end of the message claims that there are blessings in all bad things we all experience. If she’s had just limited her discussion to how she felt blessed, that would be fine. A pleasant pollyanna view of the world. But trying to make money by saying there are blessings in all the bad things that happen to me and everyone else disgusts me. So I spun up.
Getting cancer has forced me to grow in positive ways I could have never imagined, that’s true. There have been no blessings, though. A close friend of mine died of lung cancer four months after the initial diagnosis. I hope she had time to find her blessings. I certainly never got the sense she did. Her son has never said anything to suggest he feels blessed in any way shape or form.
Her comments were not limited to cancer at the end. I assume Jerry Sandusky’s victims will sooner or later realize they are blessed as well. This kind of insensitivity from someone claiming to be a gifted communicator is inexcusable.
The end result was today was a nightmare for me. That’s my limitation, not her fault I should add. Even though the depression left me barely functional, I managed to get through the day. I guess I was blessed.