There are many days I take a lot for granted. The access to care I have, for example, especially Labor Day-Memorial Day when being a headache patient getting into the AIC at Mayo can be challenging (Though, I have to say, in the 2.5 years I’ve been using this facility, they’ve ALWAYS gotten me in. Chocolate helps, but I’m sure saying please and thank you helps more.)
This facility is the oncology/hematology AIC, that headache patients are guests of. It’s housed in the middle of the inpatient oncology unit. And every now and again, God brings me a lesson in gratitude and humility right when I need it and thankfully on days I can be receptive to it. Like today.
As a Mayo Clinic patient I don’t typically see patients my age. I also rarely see kiddos visiting (they don’t treat pediatric patients). But when I see both, it’s on this floor. And it’s such a powerful reminder that while some days it *feels* like my headache may be the death of me, it’s not.
And today, I needed that reminder.