Gaining Perspective

Recently, I’ve been thinking a lot about perspective.

In the olden days, as I like to refer to them, I think I had a hard time discerning what was worth making a big deal about and what wasn’t. I was easily upset and stressed by little things and was quick to overreact.

In 1992, I met my husband Lee. It was May, and his younger brother, Greg, was at the Jewish Rehabilitation hospital in Chomedy, recovering from a catastrophic bout with meningitis.

He’d been misdiagnosed with the flu a few months earlier and was critically ill by the time he arrived at the hospital.

A cardiac arrest and an induced coma followed – a coma from which he, true to form, stubbornly refused to wake up. When he finally did – on his dad’s birthday – it was nothing short of a miracle. For four months in rehab, he slowly learned to reuse his muscles, to walk and talk again. His eyesight was permanently damaged however, as were his kidneys, which meant regular dialysis and a transplant down the line.


Greg carrying the Olympic torch: December 2009

And then just shy of his scheduled transplant date, Greg suffered a stroke while on dialysis. He was left with limited use of his left leg, and a completely paralyzed left arm. Two steps forward, a hundred steps back. Back to rehab to learn to adjust to his new heart-breaking limitations.

Greg went on to endure a kidney transplant (a gift from his mom) and the subsequent recovery.  He’s actually endured a shitload of challenges and limitations over the last 22 years that few of us could even begin to imagine.

And the thing about Greg is I have never, ever heard him complain, ask “why me?” or begrudge others their relative freedom.

Greg’s book, My Way Home.

His kindness, optimism and generosity of spirit never cease to amaze me.

Talk about a lesson in perspective.

And another one: in 2006, at 59 years old, my father was diagnosed with bladder cancer. A relatively innocuous cancer if caught early, he suffered through two and a half years of painful treatments and chemotherapy, infections and devastating metastasis. I watched my mother suffer along side him, frantic with worry that she would lose her first and only love – until she did, early in the morning of September 22nd, 2008. I will never forget his last breath, or the surreal moments just after he died when I waited for someone to come into his hospital room and tell us it was a mistake.

For weeks, even months, after he died, I had no patience for anyone.

I promptly ditched a friend who complained about the duress she was under, planning her father’s 75th birthday party. Grumbling about anything shy of illness or death was unacceptable to me. You couldn’t get tickets to your favourite band in concert? Your kids are driving you crazy? Your email’s not working? You can’t stand your daughter’s teacher?  Well, screw you, my father died. You don’t have cancer. You’re healthy. Nothing else is important.

I stood on my soapbox for a while, simultaneously devastated by sorrow and proud of my sense of perspective. Between Greg and my father, I knew that I would never, ever let anything  insignificant bother me and I would never complain again.

My dad and my daughter.

My dad and my daughter.

Then slowly, I started to feel the familiar heat of irritation at the little things I had vowed would never bother me.

I yelled at my husband because his socks were on the floor. I got upset with my kids because they hadn’t thanked me for a dinner I’d slaved over. I became agitated with a friend who hadn’t returned a phone call. Nothing earth-shattering, devastating or life-threatening. Less weighed down by grief, I was more open to feeling annoyed, aggravated and sad about the little disappointments we face every single day.

I like to think that having lost a parent to illness and being the sister-in-law of a pretty remarkable guy have given me a pretty solid sense of perspective.

I regularly count my blessings. I’ve learned what’s important – and who’s important.

But I’m also human, and that means I can get sidetracked by stupidity – like garbage that wasn’t taken out, websites crashing, and bad drivers.

Which I suppose, in a way, is a good thing. If you only have little things to worry about, life must be pretty freaking good.

To learn more about Greg, please click here.

  • Elly shulkin
    Posted at 07:57h, 12 March Reply

    Wow!I am very proud to be your motherinlaw and Greg’s mother and must admit I too stress over the same mundane silly daily life stuff…but we are human and thank goodness is right…..if it’s only those small things getting to us?How lucky are we!xoxo

    • Zina Suissa
      Posted at 12:20h, 12 March Reply

      And I am proud to know you Elly.
      Who said life is supposed to be easy (and it is not), however, those with the strength to endure, stand by, do for, will prevail. You are a family with tremendous resilience and I wish you only the best.
      Zina Suissa

    • Wise Women Montreal
      Posted at 17:51h, 13 March Reply

      You guys have always been an inspiration to me. xoxo

  • Christiane Tadros
    Posted at 09:19h, 12 March Reply

    Liz, thank you for the reminder that we sometimes need to get some perspective in life. I often think about Greg and what an inspiration he is to all who know him. I, too, have ended friendships over what I now realize were silly issues, but I hope I’m getting wiser with age. Still, too often I catch myself being “just human” with those I love the most. We can all learn something from Greg who lives his life with purpose, optimism, and generosity!

    • Wise Women Montreal
      Posted at 17:52h, 13 March Reply

      Chris: we all need reminders sometimes, even those of us who think we’ve got it all together ;). Thanks for reading – and for taking the time to comment! xo

  • Didi
    Posted at 11:17h, 12 March Reply

    The truth is Liz, that we don’t get a “get out of jail card free” , and being human is a good thing!
    Especially good is being a kind human!

    • Wise Women Montreal
      Posted at 12:48h, 22 March Reply

      Agreed, Didi! xo

  • Lisa
    Posted at 18:55h, 12 March Reply

    Hi Liz,
    This was such a beautiful article. We have similar experiences … As much as we have been through we are only human . I will keep this articles in my favorites for ” a moment of weakness ” when I need a reality check . Xo

    • Wise Women Montreal
      Posted at 17:55h, 13 March Reply

      Lisa- I’m so glad this resonated with you. I had a feeling it would. Thanks for taking the time to let me know! xo

  • Nancy
    Posted at 19:26h, 12 March Reply

    Thank you for the great reminder…I needed that. 🙂

    • Wise Women Montreal
      Posted at 17:58h, 13 March Reply

      My pleasure, Nancy. Thanks for reading :).

  • Wendy
    Posted at 12:21h, 15 March Reply

    So beautiful Liz. Thanks for sharing. Xoxo

  • Rhoda
    Posted at 16:30h, 16 March Reply

    Liz,I love you so much!,, I too have experienced the very same emotions many times….
    You are not only beautiful,warm,charming,and wonderful, you have an ability to write ,express,in a way that makes a reader want more….Did you ever think of writng ! A novel published that stirs one,s emotions so deeply would have many readers!.r

    • Wise Women Montreal
      Posted at 12:51h, 22 March Reply

      Thank you, Auntie Rhoda! xoxo

  • Robyn
    Posted at 20:33h, 16 March Reply

    Wow! Simply wow! After learning from you how to properly punctuate a sentence and spell the word because, I don’t know if any lesson you have taught me has ever been more important or resonated more with me than this.
    Thank you. Much love always.

    • Wise Women Montreal
      Posted at 12:49h, 22 March Reply

      Thanks, Robyn! So glad you liked this! xo

  • Emily
    Posted at 20:15h, 17 March Reply

    Life ain’t easy… Perspective checks are great in some ways and suck in other ways. Life is not fair.. Period. I guess we really have to appreciate the little things and stay close and surround yourself with those you love most. And then scream at them for being annoying lol
    Love you

    • Wise Women Montreal
      Posted at 12:50h, 22 March Reply

      Amen, Emily! xo

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