6:36 P.M.
Just yesterday I was reminded of something I don’t like to think about much, but I’m damn lucky to be alive.
It’s amazing how many times I have come so close to death and found myself saying prayers of desperation asking God to give me just ONE more chance.
Whether I was in the hospital making my way out of a coma as a child, pushing my wave runner out of a shark infested sand bar in the middle of the gulf, heart attacks, a stroke, the time I almost blead to death after my jaw surgery, or the many times I was sitting in the hospital after having a bad asthma attack just coherent enough hear the doctors tell me each breath may be my last…
or this last time I peeled myself up off the black tar after a major car wreck… In a lifetime I’ve probably walked away from two… or three… okay… it’s been more.
It’s ironic but the pain and suffering I was feeling at the time felt like it was the end, and somehow I managed to pull through.
I believe it’s LOVE that motivates people to pull through tough times that are later referred to as little miracles.
Damn..
I’m so lucky to be alive.
Right now… as grateful as I am…
I’m scared outta my mind because my doctor has scheduled the inevitable biopsy to determine what the next step will be. I had hoped I could push it off and get ‘more time, and suddenly the procedure is right around the corner.
I guess it comes at the perfect time because in a matter of weeks, my vacation time will reset and I can take more time off if I have to go into surgery right away.
