Looking for the good in the bad

When I mention my tumour it is not because of a morose fascination with it, it is because I hold to that no matter what bad happens there is something good I can glean from it.
Admittedly it can take time but for me that is not the point.  The point is I always find something.  It ends up being something I am thankful for.  Something that would not have happened if what is considered bad did not happen in the first place.
I would never wish bad things on myself or anyone, but when they happen to me, I am faced with a choice.  I can be morose and proclaim “why me?” Allow myself to stop at that point, justifying my actions by the seeming injustice of it all.  Or I can accept that it has happened despite me, and move on trying to glean what may be good in what I cannot change.
That is the way I have been particularly of late.  I know the tumour and subsequent stoke has changed me, and I would not wish it on anyone.  Yet despite that happening I am thankful for what has resulted.  I still love what I loved but my priorities have changed.  I feel my priorities are now what they should have been all along.
I do not like that I now cannot sing, and that my voice gives up very easily, but I now have a focus like I never had, and I no longer take things for granted like I once did.
What has stood out to me as a result is that I am kidding myself if I attribute anything in my life as being solely a result of my ability.  I totally think I should develop any strengths I have, but in an instant, they can be gone.  What has become obvious from this experience is that the human body is a finely tuned instrument.  A problem in one area can have huge implications, and I know like never before that adjusting one thing can easily render a person totally unfit for the purpose they may have been pursuing.
So despite what is obviously negative I go for what is available.  That really is enough to keep me busy.