(Bad) shit happens
Sometimes I can't believe the shit that happens to me, or around me, rather. Then sometimes I can't deny that life is largely shit in the first place, and the fact that any of us go long enough without trauma to be lured into thinking that life isn't traumatic. It is. It just is. Maybe it shouldn't be, and for many of us, luckily, the traumas are few and far between. But how they punctuate our existence.
I have a close family member who is battling a serious bout of cancer right now. That's been ongoing. Well, last year she was diagnosed with one cancer, went through all this chemotherapy, only to learn this year that her "treatment" caused her to have Leukemia. She is currently being treated for this with more chemotherapy and also awaiting a bone marrow transplant. It's actually much more complicated than that, and there are many hurdles to get through. Last weekend she was so sick from aftereffects of chemo, and got an infection, we thought the worst. This week she perked up and was able to come home from the hospital.
Then today, my father has a printing press fall right the fuck on top of him. Printing presses are very big. They're not photocopiers. They are just a tad smaller than small cars. He could have easily been killed, paralyzed for life, god knows what. He did break his arm into a gazillion pieces, and by some miracle of modern medicine the doctor was able to puzzle it back together again. He had a three hour surgery and is currently in the hospital for a short while and then onto a a lengthy recovery.
All I'm saying is, this is life. No matter how much I want to deny it, no matter how much I want to will it not to happen or tell myself it shouldn't be, it is. I'm not trying to be pessimistic or even bleak. I just think adjusting expectations goes a long way towards reducing traumatic stress. If we expect bad shit to happen, not try to control our lives to prevent it as much as just live our lives with some awareness that every moment we're not in agony is a gift, then perhaps when the bad shit does happen, we'll not suffer the, "why me? It shouldn't be!" agony.
I dunno. All I can think over and over and over is thank god my father is okay.
I have a close family member who is battling a serious bout of cancer right now. That's been ongoing. Well, last year she was diagnosed with one cancer, went through all this chemotherapy, only to learn this year that her "treatment" caused her to have Leukemia. She is currently being treated for this with more chemotherapy and also awaiting a bone marrow transplant. It's actually much more complicated than that, and there are many hurdles to get through. Last weekend she was so sick from aftereffects of chemo, and got an infection, we thought the worst. This week she perked up and was able to come home from the hospital.
Then today, my father has a printing press fall right the fuck on top of him. Printing presses are very big. They're not photocopiers. They are just a tad smaller than small cars. He could have easily been killed, paralyzed for life, god knows what. He did break his arm into a gazillion pieces, and by some miracle of modern medicine the doctor was able to puzzle it back together again. He had a three hour surgery and is currently in the hospital for a short while and then onto a a lengthy recovery.
All I'm saying is, this is life. No matter how much I want to deny it, no matter how much I want to will it not to happen or tell myself it shouldn't be, it is. I'm not trying to be pessimistic or even bleak. I just think adjusting expectations goes a long way towards reducing traumatic stress. If we expect bad shit to happen, not try to control our lives to prevent it as much as just live our lives with some awareness that every moment we're not in agony is a gift, then perhaps when the bad shit does happen, we'll not suffer the, "why me? It shouldn't be!" agony.
I dunno. All I can think over and over and over is thank god my father is okay.
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