I went to a funeral today for a young man who had dealt with health problems for over 20 years. I was moved to tears as family and friends talked about how inspirational he was. He never complained, he never asked “Why me”, he just played with the cards he was dealt and handled his situation with grace and faith.
As I listened, I thought about how my family and friends would characterize how I’ve dealt with my health issues. My first thought was if people said that I’ve handled my MS without complaining or questioning, it would be a load of crap (oops, my family would more tactfully refer to it as “revisionist history”). I’ve complained. I’ve asked, “Why me?” I’ve been ticked off, depressed, and been rather annoying to deal with at times.
Some people quote Bible verses or other inspirational texts when referring to the gracious way many deal with health issues. My Welsh heritage comes out in the Dylan Thomas quote that best fits me – Do not go gentle into that good night. I’m one of those people who faces some of life’s issues kicking and screaming. Or maybe I curl up into a ball and withdraw sometimes. I use some swear words, make some nasty gestures, and I have a tendency to whine.
So save the nominations for sainthood for someone else. What can I say? I’m only human.