When I was first diagnosed with prostate cancer, I was angry. Angry at my body, my situation, my life. The sad part was that I didn't realize I was angry.
If I was in line and there was a "price check," I would say something like, "Next time pick up an item that can be scanned." Luckily, I was only met by looks of disbelief. In hindsight, someone could have decked me or slashed me. I didn't care that the person looked shady, was 6' 4,' and weighed 280. I'd get out of line, leave my items, and even go to another store; not thinking that if I had just waited, I would have been finished. Once, I said, "I have cancer. I don't have time for this." Diagnosis can wreak havoc on both your physical and emotional health. I began having panic attacks. I was prescribed xanax. Luckily, this period was short lived. Once I had my surgery, these attacks seemed to disappear. Maybe it had something to do with the fact I no longer had a prostate gland. Now, I had to fight depression. The point of this post, is that 2010 is coming to a close. I think a lot of people start to look back at the year and what transpired. This all took place in 2008. Rather than counting blessings, I count battles. Not the ones I lost, but the ones I won. (Incontinence, impotence, cancer) For that, I am thankful.
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