Don't count your worries... count your blessings.

I saw the saying "don't count your worries, count your blessing" on a sign today and it couldn't be more appropriate. People have been e-mailing me and calling me to see if I am upset that my surgery has been cancelled this week. I'm not. I can't be upset (it stinks a little mentally to get prepared for something and then it doesn't happen). I understand why I got bumped out of surgery... someone else needs it more. It wasn't my week to have surgery, and that's okay.

Some of you may know that I swim once a week with a student with a disability. I enjoy our hour in the pool.... he swims slow and I tread a lot of water. But I haven't been able to swim with him in weeks because he has been too sick to swim. He wasn't eating and was very weak. Tonight I got to swim with him!! When scheduling our next swim time his mom mentioned that next Thursday would not be a good day to swim. That they had a doctors appointment Thursday in Ann Arbor because none of the dentists in the greater Lansing area (she even tried Jackson) would take her child as a client. I often empathise with parents, when I hear someone make a comment on how a parent of a child with a disability might do this wrong or that wrong... I say to them "I only see them a few hours a month, I can't imagine having them 16 hours a day". But things like finding a dentist never occurred to me... maybe if he had a snaggle tooth or something I'd understand not taking him (kidding).... but cleanings?

It just reminds me of all the things I have to be grateful for... like all the friends who have e-mailed or called me to wish me the best, to send their love, or to bitch with me. I have never took the time to sit down and count all the things I have to be grateful for and it would probably take me days to list everything. Some days I just need a sign to remind me.