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Being Grateful for Good Health

Kestra

Admiral
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I know people on this board have lost loved ones to illnesses, or been through some pretty difficult times themselves. I just want to remind those in good health to be grateful for it. It's one of those things we often take for granted.

Sorry, I know this is all a bit random but I had a reminder to be grateful for the relatively good health I enjoy (as do my loved ones) and I wanted to pass that along. I also want to urge people to listen to their doctors (or get a doctor if you don't have one!) and get screenings done as recommended. It can all feel like a hassle but you never know what might just save your life.

That's all!
 
I'm very grateful. I'm never sick, never out of work, never in the hospital, not on any prescriptions, had every cold strain already, don't even have a doctor, and I'm stronger and feel better than I did 20+ years ago. Go figure :)
 
I almost never go to the doctor, have no prescriptions, and rarely get sick. So yeah, I guess I'm doing OK, and I'm thankful for that. I have a family to support.
 
I have some pesky health issues, but I know that others have it much worse. Every good day is appreciated and enjoyed. And on the bad days, I figure a) it'll pass and b) it could be worse.
 
For the longest time I was grateful for every step that I took. For months and months and months after regaining my ability to walk, just putting one foot in front of the other literally made me smile. Even now, years later, in the middle of an activity, I still remind myself from time to time that I might not have been able to this.
 
Every damn day! At 64, I'll be out in the yard with a chain saw in about an hour and have already knocked off an 18 mile bike ride this morning. I'm fortunate, I know it and I'm grateful.
 
Every damn day! At 64, I'll be out in the yard with a chain saw in about an hour and have already knocked off an 18 mile bike ride this morning. I'm fortunate, I know it and I'm grateful.

So THAT's how you keep your youthful good looks. :D
 
Thanks Kestra for the wake up call. I for one do take my good health for granted and don't treat my body like I should. I have a pretty poor diet, suck down way to much caffine, and don't exercise regularly.
 
I'm starting to think the secret to long life is just a combination of good cardio and good diet.
 
I'm certainly grateful for my health. I've earnt nothing, I deserve nothing. Each breath I take and each thought I have - to say nothing of food, shelter, etc. - is a gift; and if it all had to end tomorrow I couldn't possibly complain. And yet one's health is nonetheless a frightening thing to lose, in that many ailments can compromise one's cognitive capacities and thereby strike at one's ability to appreciate being alive at all. I don't fear death per se, but I do fear certain kinds of death.
 
I was born with cerebral palsy, so I've never had "good health", but the doctor told my mom I would not live past ten years old due to the brain damage I suffered at birth. My 40th birthday was in April, and I'm still alive and cussing (I can't kick). I intend to continue beating the odds for decades to come.

I'm grateful for what I have.
 
^^ I love people who beat the odds. :cool:

As for me, the older I get, the more grateful I am. :rommie: Especially after a quarter of a century working health care and seeing all the sad things that can happen to people. :(
 
Amen, Kestra.

Just at the end of a health scare myself right now, and I find myself grateful for my relatively good health and for 3 good doctors. This has reminded me why I like two of them so much, and I'm even more impressed by the third. So much so that on Monday, I'm going to call my regular doc and tell him so he knows he should refer others to him.
 
I'm starting to think the secret to long life is just a combination of good cardio and good diet.

And good luck.

I remember when my sister was diagnosed with Autism. My mother, herself Autistic and also suffering from other serious mental and physical problems, was explaining to me the diagnosis (I was 12 at the time). My older brother had passed away at 16 from insulin shock only a few months before; while his type 1 diabetes was under good control, he was insensitive to hypoglycemia and simply didn't feel his blood sugar dropping after his last tennis match until it was too late. My older sister was dealing with severe PTSD after she was raped at 13, which combined with her ADHD made things tough. I remember my mom saying to me, "At least you're normal!" (Though this was somewhat debatable as had already had more than 20 surgeries to restore my hearing). Two months after we joked about me being the one healthy child, I was hospitalized with a blood glucose of over 900.

I grew up with a very healthy lifestyle. We rode our bicycles everywhere. My mother cooked homemade, healthful food, ingredients usually from her own garden. We were clean and active and well-balanced. It came down to the luck-of-the-draw. Some bad genes, some bad experiences, and not really anything we could do to prevent it.

I've never really known good health, and I do wish for it. However, the struggles I've gone through regarding my illnesses, beginning with learning to speak 4 years too late, then dealing with a very misunderstood chronic physical illness, and finally, dealing with a very misunderstood chronic mental illness (I developed bipolar disorder in my late teens), have helped to define me. I try to keep on the positive side of things, and most of the time, I can.
 
I'm starting to think the secret to long life is just a combination of good cardio and good diet.

And good luck.

I remember when my sister was diagnosed with Autism. My mother, herself Autistic and also suffering from other serious mental and physical problems, was explaining to me the diagnosis (I was 12 at the time). My older brother had passed away at 16 from insulin shock only a few months before; while his type 1 diabetes was under good control, he was insensitive to hypoglycemia and simply didn't feel his blood sugar dropping after his last tennis match until it was too late. My older sister was dealing with severe PTSD after she was raped at 13, which combined with her ADHD made things tough. I remember my mom saying to me, "At least you're normal!" (Though this was somewhat debatable as had already had more than 20 surgeries to restore my hearing). Two months after we joked about me being the one healthy child, I was hospitalized with a blood glucose of over 900.

900! I'm surprised you weren't in a diabetic coma at that point!

I grew up with a very healthy lifestyle. We rode our bicycles everywhere. My mother cooked homemade, healthful food, ingredients usually from her own garden. We were clean and active and well-balanced. It came down to the luck-of-the-draw. Some bad genes, some bad experiences, and not really anything we could do to prevent it.

I've never really known good health, and I do wish for it. However, the struggles I've gone through regarding my illnesses, beginning with learning to speak 4 years too late, then dealing with a very misunderstood chronic physical illness, and finally, dealing with a very misunderstood chronic mental illness (I developed bipolar disorder in my late teens), have helped to define me. I try to keep on the positive side of things, and most of the time, I can.

Then I wish you all the best luck, I really do.
 
900! I'm surprised you weren't in a diabetic coma at that point!
I was nearly. Oddly, I've always been able to weather higher highs and lower lows than most. I've had a glucose measuring at 19 and 13 and still been cogent enough to test and treat myself successfully. I'm a contradiction - sick but strong.
Then I wish you all the best luck, I really do.
Thanks. :)
 
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