In response to a daily prompt from WordPress, I looked at page 82 of the nearest book, “What the Dog Saw” by Malcolm Gladwell. I was told to read the third sentence, hmmm… “Thank you for changing my life,”… Ya, Ataxia has changed my life. Am I thankful? As I sat in my favorite chair exhausted and panting after just folding one load of laundry, I thought about it. OK, if I didn’t have Ataxia and took breaks after every little chore, I might be considered a lazy bum. But I’m allowed down-time without the fear of being judged. For that, I’m thankful.
If I didn’t have Ataxia, I would know nothing about Ataxia. I quiver to think of all the people I never would have met, the friends I most likely never would have made. For that I am thankful.
When I go for a hike in the woods, I notice much more when my Ataxia makes me slow down or sit for a while. For that I am thankful.
Oh, and let’s not forget my beautiful service dog, Denim. To be honest I never before would have considered owning a great dane. If not for Ataxia, I would have missed this wonderful experience. For that I am thankful.
Yes, I could go on and on, but the point is I have Ataxia, so what benefit is there in lamenting my situation? True, at times, I feel very down and short-changed in life. But what good is that? The Ataxia isn’t going away so I therefore need to embrace it. I’ve always loved a challenge (in the 4th grade, I made it my mission to find out why long division worked the way it did) so yes, I am thankful.