Crazy freakin’ feelings had taken over my body. They were screaming, ‘Oh my God, do you know why your hair is sticking up right now in the center of your head? Do you realize you just went through chemotherapy, multiple surgeries…what if you would have died, what if you were still going through all this crap, what if it comes back” Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!’
And just like The B-52’s so eloquently sang, ‘the blues had officially whomped me on the side of the head.’
So, this ‘whomping’ left me in a funk for the rest of the day, and I woke up today feeling about the same.
FAST FORWARD TO TODAY:
Went for my morning coffee at Starbucks and one of the crew members, Joe (not his real name) asked if he could ask me a question. He said, ’my mom is going through her third bout of breast cancer and this time it is terminal. What can I do to cheer her up?’
Man, not at all, what I expected. I had assumed it would be a question about SCC. After a quick conversation with Joe, I came up with some ideas. I knew how I could help. Got in my car and wrote down the ideas because my memory is not so great.
And guess what? That ‘whomping’ feeling that I had experienced earlier had disappeared.
By focusing my attention on someone else, I felt better. Not only did talking with Joe distract me from my own craziness, but I found myself feeling grateful for my own diagnosis and prognosis.
Jeez, I thought I had problems. I am not saying that I did not have a right to my own feelings – that is not healthy either - but there is a point where you need to move forward and focus on the present moment rather than ruminating in the past or fretting about the future.
Thus helping someone else helped me. It is such a simple concept. And I did not need a prescription nor a shot of whiskey.
By reaching out, connecting and helping others, you cannot help but feel better. And maybe you will not know the outcome of your assistance but does that really matter?
The act of helping can be as simple as opening a door for someone or as complicated as helping a three-legged dog cross the street. So, as my friends The B-52's say,
‘When the Blues Whomp You Up On the Side of the Head. . .’