I've written novels on here about my various maladies, both incurred and earned.
I can certainly relate, especially of late, of motivational issues regarding continuing to carry
my own gigantic pain bucket, too - and to be honest, I'm struggling now from that too,
@1STMP .
The first 40+ years of life went by with just the usual arthritic knees, bad rotators, stuff caused
usually by injuries or what have you - but the last 20+ years have been a
war, with seemingly
a new life-threatening issue rearing its' head every few years.
Odd to say, but I've come to expect those anymore...
Suffice to say my own biggest totals are cancer(6x), flatline(3x), organs
removed(2x) and collapsed discs/nerve damage/sciatica (2x). Of the latter, it's the two main discs
that matter - the one that the nerve wiring going to your arms/hands and legs/feet come out of,
which leads to lots of that burning/pain/weakness in all extremities.
As you might imagine, all that in one "bucket" gets heavy, even for a big fella...
I've always been able to just
get back up.
Some call it "willpower" but it's more than that - it's sheer
WILL. The fuel for such will for me is
something hard to admit to, but honestly? It's a combination of stubbornness and a seemingly
bottomless supply of just being
meaner than whatever or whoever it was/is trying to hold me down.
Every morning, it's a new entry in the "get on top of it" contest - where it's good I don't sleep a lot
at night anymore, because I'd be hell to live with if anyone else had to deal with me while fighting
the daily fight to "get normal", i.e. gain control of the pain bucket for that day, whatever level it was at.
Lots of silent cursing, taking of all the various life-necessary meds, animal noises, mental exercises...
that sort of thing, distracting myself by things like coming to FBBO and reading new stuff while the war
is fought.
Next day - lather, rinse, repeat.
I've always needed motivation to go through all that (I imagine we all do) and there's been a plan afoot
usually - something not done yet, projects or such that need to be seen through and finished.
I'm not done yet...
Motivation has never been an issue as a result - until these last few weeks, that is.
Now? I find myself questioning how much longer I can keep up this charade.
As each day brings even more physical challenges (there are repercussions to all that stuff I've been
through), I'm given daily reminders of what the surgeons told me when I asked, point blank:
"How much longer did I just buy here, doc?"
The typical answer was what you'd expect - some manner of blowing me off, not wanting to answer.
The best in the country at my kidney cancer though - he was special and quite bluntly honest when
I asked.
He looked at me for a moment, then figuring out I wanted it straight said
"10 years - if you're lucky".
Well - true to those words, I'm on
year 11 right now and the batteries are noticeably, startlingly growing
weaker by the day - and honestly, I'm not doing anything earth-shaking by staying above dirt at this point,
anyways.
I've gotten the bulk of the "have-to's" checked off my list; my wife will be fine after I'm gone
and the little bit of family I still have are afar and quite well off, so they don't need me either.
Even my employer, my job - isn't essential anymore, honestly - after it seeming to be SO important for
SO many decades, somebody else will pick it up where I left it off when I'm toast there, too.
So no, none of those usual motivations really work for me anymore...
and I find myself in a similar boat as our OP here.
The only motivations to continuing the fight are boiled down to two, only one of which is valid:
1. Purely selfish reasons - I want to take care of some bucket list things, see the country, that sort of thing.
The last words of my father ring out to me when I think of "retirement" though:
"Don't you EVER stop!"
His own health went to hell when he retired, true enough - so I've never even considered it.
2. Purely spiritual - He has seen fit to keep me around through all this hell for a reason and only He
keeps the stopwatch on any of us, honestly.
Until I get done what His will is, I reckon I'm not supposed to go anywhere?
Well, He best hurry up. All I'm saying...
So, after all that typical Ed blathering, what motivation do I have to offer our friend
@1STMP ?
I'll try my best here, man - but it'll sound a bit like a self-motivation, too (because it is):
We continue to go through whatever we each have to in order to function each day because that's our
jobs - that's what He put us here to do and only He can pull the plug on us.
His call on when it's time to quit, not ours...and in the meantime, it's up to us to give it all the hell
we can muster and try to do His will in the process.
I'm damn proud to still be standing, pissing off some and amazing others around me.
I want to be the last M-F'er standing.
I want to take on each new malady like it's an effing
war - because it is.
Lastly - I want folks like @1STMP to see what is possible and to take away some motivation from what
I've survived - and you know what?
THAT may be what He has kept me around for all this time - after all. Who knows?
It sure as hell ain't for the cookin' or wrenchin'.