If it gives us little else, treatment for Hepatitis C can often give us a whole lot of thinking time. Thinking while you’re waiting at doctors, clinics, pathology labs. Thinking while waiting for results, waiting for good news, waiting to feel better. Thinking about how it’s possible to drink enough water to float a small tropical island without wearing a track in the carpet on the way to the bathroom.
It has certainly provided me with a lot of thinking time. Oh, the thinks I’ve been thinking!
Talk about laying it right out there on the table.
I’d hazard a guess that most of us live in the “resume virtues” part of life. We spend a lot of time thinking about our jobs, our careers, how to work well, how to be more productive, what’s happening at work, what needs to happen at work, how to balance what happens at work with what happens in the rest of your life.
It’s often only when faced with a serious life changing prospect that we start to think outside the narrow confines of our day to day work.
If you were asked to write your own eulogy, what would you say? What would be the virtues you want people to remember you by? Would it be “She worked really hard and answered work emails on her holidays”? Or would it be “She did the best she could and will be remembered as a kind and empathic person, loved by family and friends alike”.
What would others say about you?
We all struggle along the road to being a good person. It’s not easy for any of us. We all make the usual blunders and mis-steps and detours. But it’s in the effort of trying, the struggle of getting up when you’ve fallen, that you learn the most about yourself.
I’ve learnt I’m a control freak. I flip-flop between trying to be all zen and in reality being an anxious person desperately trying to be zen. I’ve learned I hate waiting for results. I’ve learned I am much more a glass half empty person that a glass half full person.
But I’ve also learned that I try, and I never stop trying. I don’t give up. I persist. If I’m in a hole, sooner or later I start digging my way out.
Has Hepatitis C given you the opportunity and time to think about your life, to examine it? And if so, did you like what you saw?