Tired

One thing I’ve tried to resist in the time I’ve had this space to post my thoughts is write what I’m feeling at the time I’m tired. Get ready, I’m about to disregard that personal advice. I think I’ll suggest that you don’t read any further, if you’re expecting some positive pie in the sky blog that will make you feel better after reading it. The words that follow are straight from the heart.

I dragged my seventy-two-year-old body out of bed this morning, as usual and completed my daily exercise routine: an hour of riding my bicycle in my neighborhood, thirty minutes of weightlifting and some light calisthenics before taking a few minutes to cool down. After showering and having breakfast, I was exhausted. Chris asked me later if I was tired. My response was, of course. You might be thinking what one would expect a seventy-two-year-old man to feel like after this routine. I’ve been an exerciser all my adult life. If you’ve followed my blogging, you know that my age isn’t the only factor I deal with daily. Living with cancer, Multiple Myeloma, for over twenty-two years is one of the culprits, too. Another is the drugs I must take to keep my cancer at bay. Imagine pumping poison into your body for over two decades.

At this moment, I’m experiencing the kind of tired I suffer occasionally. The kind of tired that manifests itself in every part of my body, even my toes are offering up a reframe that cry woe is me. There are others who know exactly what I’m talking about. I’m a regular participant on the Multiple Myeloma Patient Facebook Page. There you’ll find sufferers with this disease who have been recently diagnosed to those like me; who’ve been battling the ravages of this black-robe-wearing, cycle-carrying-companion for years, decades. We all share our pain, our grief, our victories, encouraging each other on this journey that only each of us can understand. I welcome the opportunity to offer encouragement to patients who have been recently diagnosed; however, when I’m experiencing days like today, I don’t visit the page. It takes energy to be an encourager. That, I don’t have today.

Out of all I’m feeling right now, when I’m too tired to be tired. I must remember that what I’m feeling now is temporary. I’ll bounce back. My old cancer infested body will be back on track and doing fine, given the circumstances. I must remember that I’m old and blessed.

I’m old and blessed…hope you will be too.

6 thoughts on “                                                                                 Tired

    • oldandblessed September 15, 2022 / 8:41 pm

      I’m glad you found something of value in it. That goes to show that even when we’re way below our best, we can be a blessing to someone. God equips us that way.

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    • JLem September 16, 2022 / 4:54 pm

      Your last paragraph tells the story. You’re always tired and weary before you realize you must go on. So, everything you wrote, lead to an encouraging end. To a septuagenarian, who still fights.

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      • oldandblessed September 17, 2022 / 12:43 am

        And here I was thinking I was jotting down randon thoughts. 😉

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  1. lewbornmann September 15, 2022 / 9:31 pm

    Hang in there. One of the few benefits of having reached our age is knowing that better days are coming.

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  2. CG September 16, 2022 / 2:32 pm

    I know whereof you speak as I have just finished a two week bout of the same but yes it did pass.

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