The Best Things About Being Sick

There is a flip side to every coin. I tossed out a Li.st not long ago about the worst things about being sick ...now the good stuff.
  1. Learning the Signals
    When you deal with a chronic or terminal illness you become incredibly aware your own body. You learn what's normal (for you) and what's not. You learn all the small nuances of your body and you start to learn when something is wrong. It's a great way to stay ahead of the game.
  2. Foreign Language Interpretation
    I've always wanted to learn a new language. Who knew it would be medical terminology. Ha! I didn't even have to pay for medical school. I have learned more new words than I care to express. But it makes me a more informed patient and that is a wonderful thing. Even better, it has given me the opportunity to help others understand what they are going through and what all that medical jargon means.
  3. Breaking Boundaries
    I used to have a decent pain threshold. Now it's enormous. A LOT of medical procedures have taught me about processing and handling pain better. I used to be ticklish.. not anymore. Apparently that goes away if you're poked and prodded enough. I've learned how to push my body to the very limit , and them some. It's taught me that the only thing that can ever hold me back is myself.
  4. Research and Development
    I've been involved in a lot of medical studies and helped research new medications and treatments. I've learned what works, what doesn't and what could try to kill you. I've learned that I'm much braver than I used to be. And I'm so grateful that I'm able to participate in things that can help others.
  5. Helping Others
    Speaking of helping others ... I've been lucky enough to take my experiences and start support groups for terminally and chronically I'll patients and their families. I provide free medical and grief counselling to anyone who needs it. I would have never been able to do this if I never got sick.
  6. Experiencing Fear
    I'll admit ...I was scared to death when I was first diagnosed. Afraid of everything. Meds, treatments, the illness, and the doctors. The strange thing is, when you're faced with so many overwhelming things, you forget to be afriad. I educated myself as much as I could and now I'm not afriad of anything - well, one thing. Bring it on. I'm not afriad to die, I am afriad of NOT dying. But that's a list for another time.