Today is my 6th stroke-a-versary. Did I celebrate? Did I treat myself? Did I at least do something that I wanted to do for me? Well, no.
I've been very quiet on the blog front, on most social fronts actually. And I can't really explain why because I don't really know myself.
I didn't feel like celebrating today. I didn't feel like treating myself to something nice or even doing something I wanted to do. I've been trying to work out why this year is different. Is it that I'm not at work today so I have nothing to distract my thoughts? Is it the fact that I still feel nauseous and food has lost it's appeal (therefore making eating out a nightmare)? Is it lack of energy? Am I still processing the news I got last year about the multiple strokes? That the hospital didn't tell me the truth? Today I just feel sad. I don't normally feel this level of sorrow on days like today, I usually use them as an opportunity to celebrate the milestone and the distance I have come.
I think I'm feeling sad for the person I used to be and that my child will never know. I think pregnancy hormones are probably playing a huge part (and the fact that at nearly 26 weeks I'm still battling "all-day-sickness" and lack of appetite). I know my child will be loved and cared for, that I will be able to raise him or her. But I also know that there are things that just aren't the same. That I will rely on others to teach them. I know my child will be okay.
I'm trying to find the gratitude today, I am grateful for everything I have been given: support and love and understanding. This is what I'm trying to hold on to tonight, albeit by the finest spiderweb strand. Maybe tomorrow will be better.
Tomorrow is always fresh with no mistakes in it - Anne Shirley
Well, with no mistakes in it yet... - Miss Stacey
(Anne of Green Gables)
