Depressed? Who me?

The past couple of days I decided maybe I was depressed. Like many of my fellow cancer friends, all I wanted to do was sleep. I was down in the dumps, maybe pulling off a kind of pity party on my end. And so I decided I had to do something, anything, to feel like I was moving forward. My goal is to stay upbeat. 'Cmon Eileen. Get your act together! 

I am just not a person that easily gets depressed. Most of the time I focus on the joy of living and the wonderful people who watch out for me, especially these days. I have awesome friends, and equally fabulous family. How could I possibly be so miserable? Why was I not interested in doing much of anything? Of course, I never know if it is the effects of the chemo making me so tired or if I'm just challenged from trying to be so brave and strong.

Well, I took matters into my own hands and hopped on Facebook. In defense of Facebook, sometimes it actually puts humor into my life and keeps me sane. On Wednesday, I found this marvelous little terrier that was very enthusiastic - to say the least- about pulling a branch out of a very tall snowman. The branch was the snowman's hand or arm, and watching that little dog tug and pull on the well-planted branch made me laugh like I haven't laughed in weeks, maybe months. It was glorious! And I shared the humor with a variety of other folks, who also thought it was too funny. 

So thank you, Facebook, for the giggles and the human connection. You helped me snap out of my funk because people I know are readily available. Yesterday I needed to sleep but today was much more productive. In fact, this afternoon, I sewed with one of my favorite sewing sisters who is creating the phenomenal wreath you see here. We chatted as we sewed, and life quite simply felt good. Sigh!

Off to keep my spirits up, The Quilting Cancer Girl