Did you ever stop to think what pleasure can be had in the simplest of things? I've had a slow recovery from my gall bladder surgery, too impatient, I guess. And as the symptoms have been easing, I've had to stop and laugh at myself. For instance, have you experienced the vast relief to be had from...now don't laugh, dare I say it, a massive fart? Oh, the joy, the happiness, the sheer delight, as you relax back in your chair with a large smile on your face, as Molly, scared from the noise, takes off for the bedroom one more time. I laugh when I think how years ago I would have been humiliated to even mention such a thing, but I guess as you get older, you start looking for pleasure in strange ways.
My best friend is days, perhaps only hours away from passing. Yet her husband shared something with me that happened yesterday. The drugs, and the cancer, have made her severely constipated. She was sitting on the stool, and finally managed a small bowel movement. He said the smile on her face was priceless and he will always remember it as one of the last times she enjoyed a momement of life.
Maybe it really is just the small things that matter.
