Running up and down steps with ease. That’s the memory from before brain surgery that bothers me the most. I miss that skill. Now I hold on to the rail that offers support. It’s just a bit of support, but I rely on it being there.
Enjoying jigsaw puzzles is another loss I face. When I look at a tabletop covered with 500 pieces of disjointed cardboard and break into a sweat. My mind is filled with chaos and I need to walk literally away from the table.
Then I take my eyes off myself and look at other brain tumor survivors. I watched a short video of a young woman thrilled because she could wiggle her toes again after her surgery. This was the first positive sign she’d had in a year. Or I see tears of joy and pride from a wife as her husband begins to feed himself again after his brain tumor surgery.
Memories are nice to visit and are great gifts from God. But I try to keep it all in perspective. The fact that I can remember anything is a gift in itself.
Even though I miss running up and down stairs, I’m thankful I have the ability to walk them by myself. That’s a gift, too.
What gifts do you have?