Today I'm dealing with physical pain, but that little invisible guy comes in many forms. Personally, I'm partial to his physical form as I have a high pain threshold. Right now I have several stitches in my lower eyelid, and a bottle full of Vicodin that I haven't touched. The skin cancer is gone, my eye is swollen and black and blue, but there's also a great deal of gratitude that it was not worse, so I'll graciously accept the pain that accompanies the cure. Read the back story at http://noarose.blogspot.com/2008/01/skin-cancer-sun-and-me.html I have but one question for my surgeon: Did he have to use black thread on this very fair skinned blonde?
Aside from the fact that it looks like I have a second row of eyelashes sprouting from my lower lid, I'm dealing with the vanity pain fairly well. I even met with clients today and showed off the doctor's handiwork to my coworkers. That's progress for me. In the past I would have stayed out of the limelight of life until the stitches were removed and Bobbie Brown concealer makeup
thickly in place to mask the bruises. Today, I left the house with lipstick, a touch of blush and antibacterial ointment glistening. It felt powerful not to hide my little victory over the big C.
In order to progress we must endure the discomfort of pain. Pain brings us into the world and accompanies us as we grow physically, emotionally and spiritually. It may never be your friend, but it most definitely is your teacher.
As children we suffer the scrapes and bruises that come with learning to walk, ride a bike or play a contact sport. As adults we often "fall down" when pursuing the big endeavors in our lives. The new job doesn't live up to our expectations, the love match turns out to be a mismatch or worse yet an unexpected tragedy whisks someone we love away from us.