Celebrating Cans

Neuropathy can be defined as a series of cans and cannots.  Or more subconsiously a string of cannots.

Cannot walk.

Cannot breath normally.

Cannot --------.

So happiness can be found in the small things; maybe something we did not know we had adapted to, or something which gradually, through tears and sweat, has moved from cannot ---> can.  Because honestly that arrow is flipped so much of the time.  And presuming we cannot do something, that lack of self efficacy, zaps of our confidence and the cannot prediction becomes a prophesy.

So today I am celebrating cans. And I ask you to do the same.

As of today I discovered that I can:

Cut open a package I got in the mail using kiddie scissors. Which was driven by my impatience in having to wait all day to have help.  

Open popped popcorn twice.  Which was driven indirectly by my itty bitty's impatience in waiting for his snack and directly by current popcorn fix. Times two as we wanted more.

Remember this post about utensils http://atrophydlifeforatrophywife.blogspot.com/2015/04/toddler-utensils.html?m=0?

Turns out the fork is a must for opening up a popcorn bag.  The grip is just right to hold in between my gripless fingers and puncture the perforated bag opening.  Kind of ironic since a toddler fork is not intended for a toddler to open a hot bag of popcorn.