To both our surprise, I turned to her and said, “You seem to have a calmness that doesn’t come from overmedication. How do you do it?” To my surprise, she answered, “I always have hope.” She chuckled and added, “I also have chronic back pain and quite possibly a brain tumor.” I asked her to tell me where she finds her hope. I really wanted to know because I had yet again been disappointed by all the treatment options I could fathom to address my mysterious chronic pain condition and was dipping into the muck at the bottom of the depression barrel.
We had this conversation over seven years ago. Thanks to my husband, my dog, and western and alternative medicine, I am relatively pain-free. I never knew what happened to that woman in the waiting room, but I can still hear the assurance in her voice. And I have learned that there is always something to be hopeful about -- you just have to keep looking.