I was talking to my pain doc and explaining what I could no longer do before the last two rounds of treatments. I was not able to garden, to vacuum, to lift my granddaughter safely. I had not been able to play my guitar for nearly a year.

I had just started recovering with the doc's help and he said for all that, I seemed to have a decent outlook, came in to the office in a good mood and such.

I admitted I wasn't always in a real good mood but something I tried to keep in mind was this, I wasn't everything, I wasn't perfect but that was okay.

My car has a too-small trunk and you cannot drive it in the snow, but still, it;s a cool car. It has its weaknesses but that doesn't make it a bad car. No car can do everything.

My purses, some are too small to hold a lot, some are really fancy, but not too practical - there is not one that will go with everything in my wardrobe, but all of them are useful for something.

Everything does not fit in my trunk or my handbag, and I can't fit it all in my day either - so? I don't get depressed about what's not fitting in my handbag.

And as soon as I get *used to* being able to put this much in, or to doing this and that, life will change again. I don't bother getting used to, just as long as I get going.