Each time our health worsens or we undergo another surgery, another diagnosis, we experience a new wave of grief. It’s death by 1,000 cuts. It’s progression within progression, one disease playing off the other. It’s Relapse. Remission. Recurrence.
Tag: Life
This Thing We Call Home
I have been searching for my "home" all of my life. Not the traditional "home" we think of as a roof, windows and walls, but the metaphorical "home." My soul's "home."
Reclaiming My Story
Of my five grandkids, three of them are now around the age I was when the abuse began. There's not much I remember about that time. Large chunks of my childhood between the ages of 8 and 12 are missing.
I Know You
I know how sick you are. I know how hard it is. I know the crazy roller coaster ride you’re on. I know that getting out of bed is more than you have energy for on many days. I know you push yourself to do even the simplest of things.
Savor
Thought for the day: THIS is how you live your life. Both hands in and messy.
Happiness
Happiness turned to me and said, "It is time. It is time to forgive yourself for all of the things you did not become. It is time to exonerate yourself for all the people you couldn't save, for all the fragile hearts you fumbled with in the dark of your confusion.
Starting Over – Again
The wheel on the hospital gurney made a continuous squeaking sound as they wheeled me down the hall to the operating room. It was one of those incessant noises that would normally drive me crazy, but for some reason that morning I found it comforting. Grounding.
Beginnings and Endings
It’s possible for life to be shattered into a thousand pieces and still be pieced back together, whole but different. It’s possible to be swallowed up by excruciating pain - both physical and emotional - and still find sweet relief. It’s possible to be born and to die in the same moment, only to be born again.
Some Things Can Only be Carried
It’s not a linear path we walk when a relationship ends. We push, we pull, we trudge, we hold fast, we deny, we hope, we rail, we move forward, we fall back, we stand still.
The Painful Truth
In 2011, at the height of my struggle with chronic pancreatitis and before my transplant surgery, my daily pain hovered at a 6 or 7 out of 10 on the pain scale even with strong opiates like Fentanyl and Oxycodone in my system.
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