Stay positive has always been my motto, even when I’ve been gripped by cynicism and sarcasm. I’ve always tried to keep a forward thinking positive outlook. I have to. The present isn’t a bed of roses most of the time.
It’s harder to stay positive when things are moderately shitty, than when they are really shitty. Like when Mercy was dying in the hospital, I was permanently optimistic. I refused to get negative. I knew that my positive outlook and up attitude could be heard/felt by Mercy, even when she was completely unconscious and it was calling to her to get better. And she did get better.
But now it is hard to stay positive. Life is great in some respects, Mercy’s health is getting better. She is still in line to get the surgery to undo the ostomy. we like our apartment and are keeping it nice. Mercy has even started throwing pottery again after getting her new wheel last month. So what could be bad? Continue reading