I’m grateful for remembering that there are millions of people, billions of beings, who have it worse than I do. So what if I got three biopsies on my face today at the dermatologist, and two places frozen? In the grand scheme of things, not only is it no big deal, I can be grateful for the awareness to notice things were awry, the wisdom to call the doctor, the doctor’s familiarity with me and my history and his ‘better-safe-than-sorry’ approach, and the skill and tools at his disposal to determine if there are cancers growing in my skin. We’ll know more later. Meanwhile, I’m grateful that I made it there and back again, that Auntie Deb babysat the Tiny Dingo and left me gazpacho, peaches, and egg salad when she dropped her off, and that my menagerie and I are all safely tucked in after another day alive. I’m grateful for a healthy perspective.