The Choices are Mine

Opening Day. That's right, baseball season is upon us. In my neck of the woods, it's the home opener for Minnesota against my fave, The Tribe from Cleveland. Go Indians! I understand where you might wonder why am I talking baseball on a blog about brain tumors? Because I made my choice.

Through all of the craziness and fear, the one thing that stands out for me is that I control my choices. Depression is a bitch and for the longest time it was kicking my butt. I allowed negativity to dominate my thoughts, always letting anger and disappointment determine my mood. That makes a person tired. It takes lots of energy to be angry.

Every single day, I make the choice to cry or laugh...or both. Today, the challenge is a completely external influence that I could easily allow to bring me down. As a disabled person, I have struggled with self worth. Talk of defunding a program that celebrates the disabled could really sink my battleship, if I were to let it. Not on Opening Day. Angry and appalled, yes, but strong in myself.

It's taken a long time to get here and I'm not a full time resident, yet and may never be, but, the scales have tipped and I have more good days than bad. Most importantly, I have learned that I make the choice. Some days are certainly harder than others. Today, I choose to enjoy baseball, eat, drink and let “Betsy Wetsy” stew in her own juices. After all, the choices are mine.