I don't mean to be totally warm and fuzzy, but as I recover I have been appreciating things I used to take for granted or not focus on perhaps as much as I should. I have focused on small pleasures.
Reading - I had been feeling sick for so long that I wasn't at my normal average of a book a week. When I was in the hospital, I overheard one of the caring and astute nurses observe that she thought a man on my floor probably hadn't ordered breakfast because he couldn't read the menu. She sent someone in to help him. I used to be an ESL volunteer for adults and I did occasionally encounter people who could not read or write in their native language, either. I always admired their guts, making time at the end of a full day's hard work to go and learn. I'm grateful that I am literate and can enjoy books.
BBC series - As you know, I am an Anglophile and I love to laugh. In between books, I have been watching some of the BBC series we own. Coupling, Fawlty Towers, The Vicar of Dibley, etc. Check them out if you haven't, they are hilarious!
Family and friends - I should say I have never taken family and friends for granted, but I have been blown away by how many caring phone calls, e-mails and cards I have received during my recovery. Even the volunteers at work have called to check in on me and wish me well. It is so nice to be cared about. My grandmother, who has historically had a hard time dealing head-on with serious illness and troubles in our family, has learned how to text at age 76! I had asked my aunt not to let her know how seriously ill I was, but my aunt did tell her and I was amazed when my grandmother texted me that "please always tell me how serious something is. I love you and I want to know everything."
For my picture illustrating family, this is an lolperson - hey, I just made that up - of my brother N, who had been bugging the fuck out of my other brother, B, by using his iphone storage, which had been used for podcasts, to take pictures for eBay. It finally ended after I made this picture and sent it to my parents.
Mr. RK - Again, I never take him for granted, but even I have been blown away by how he has been both cuddly and made of steel. We have gotten to "in sickness and in health" decades before I thought we would. It has been so difficult for me to accept so much care (luckily I can do many more things for myself now), but he has done literally everything for me without complaining, telling me I'm pretty even when I have felt as repulsive as the Bride of Frankenstein. One of the nurses I've seen at outpatient appointments told me to thank him for her. "Many people see their loved ones go through medical issues and they literally just freeze up," she said. (Below is a picture of my other brother, who visits about once a quarter, and Mr. RK when we went out for Mexican food a few months ago.)
Humor! - I am laughing more than ever, and appreciating humor more than ever. Incidentally, one of my doctors (who is a really nice guy) has the initials SOB. Poor bastard.
See, you knew I couldn't be all Julie Andrews and falalalala for this entire post. And "fuck!" There, I said it.