{perspective}

I have a neighbor who is helping me so much these days and he doesn't even know it.

This neighbor is fighting for his life and for this, he and his family are on my mind constantly.

If I dare to complain about a headache or cold, I am reminded that he is struggling against brain cancer. Brain cancer.

If I dare to feel a bit resentful of Ben's work schedule, I am reminded that his wife is juggling a career, two young boys, a sick husband, and oncologist appointments in Knoxville, Nashville, and D.C.

If among the noise and high energy of our house at times, I long for some quiet and solitude, I am reminded that he is surely grateful for every moment that he has with his sons.

In fact, since I discovered his diagnosis a few weeks ago, there is little I could complain about that is not immediately trumped by his struggle.

The house is a wreck?  He has brain cancer.
I am ten minutes late for a doctor's appointment and they make me reschedule it?  He has brain cancer.
Drew is a little too fond of the word "no" lately?  He has brain cancer.

I am so sorry for what he and his family are going through and so grateful for the good health that I share with my family.

Perspective.