The Day

The alarm went off and I quickly but peacefully silenced it.  Nonplussed by it, I went back to a blissful sleep only to wake up thirty minutes later to the panicking realization I had to be somewhere important in less than an hour. Then, I suddenly heard my internal voice giving loud commands to my external and almost non-cooperative body.

hurry up

get in the shower

wait, we need coffee first!

hurry up

I dashed into the shower and started my morning routine through a foggy, semi-coherent state. One peek out the bedroom window to assess the weather and....

AAAGHGHHH!  

Not only is there an inch of snow on the ground but it was still snowing!  Oh, no!  Doesn't the universe know that today is THE DAY.  sheesh!  Then my internal voice started spitting out sentence fragments with a frenzied rhythm.

hurry up

extra time for snow removal

today is THE DAY!

extra time to warm up the car

today is THE DAY!

where is our coffee??

hurry up

I gathered myself as best I could, donned my coat and with no more time to spare, I ventured outside.

Today is THE DAY!

I am "street-legal"...my official day to drive and meet with my neurologist who stylishly sports snakeskin boots and plays loud rock music in the operating room.  

All systems checked and approved.  

I am free to move about the earth in my Volvo.

...aaahhhh...

When Miracles Happen

I wiggled and pushed and "ouched" my way up as he strategically placed a multitude of pillows around me so that I could sit upright in bed semi-comfortably.  He opened the shutters on our bedroom windows allowing the warm sun rays of light to enter the space and dance around the room before me.  

Then, he moved effortlessly towards my favorite candle, the one that makes its home on the dresser across the room from my bed, and lit the wick poking out of the glass-encased, white wax. Almost immediately, I began to enjoy the light tinges of lavender that spiked the air as it mixed with the undertones of clary sage and together they beckoned me into taking deep, relaxing breaths.

With natural light brightening the room and spa scents floating in the air, he turned around and, with my Mac in hand, asked with a huge grin on his face, "Are you ready for this now?"

Oh, my goodness, was I ever!  "Yes!", I almost shouted at him.

He brought the breakfast tray over, gently rested my computer on it and with his charming way said, "Take it easy.  Don't go overboard."

"Ok", I said, scurrying to open my precious silver laptop and enter the world of my cyber fun!

So, here I am ... a miracle, really!

Four days post the most intense and invasive surgery to date, having had 8 previous back surgeries, and I am awake and alert and doing well.

A miracle, really!  ;)

You are the God who performs miracles;

you display your power among the peoples.

Psalm 77:14

Join me, please, in thanking God for this miracle! 

On Hold

I was going to be on top of things....really!

I knew I wasn't going to be able to offer new blog posts over the next few weeks so I had plans to write several posts, in advance, and then schedule them for later viewing.  I had these grandiose plans of walking with you through my past of who I was before multiple back surgeries and who I am now in the midst of them and because of them.  But, I've completely ran out of time and am really disappointed that I have nothing to post for a while.  (Now, imagine me saying that with a scowling frown, furrowed eyebrows and a hands-on-hips stance aimed right at you!)

So, as I begin to prepare for the beginning of hibernation and life-on-hold, I grab the gold-streaked mug blazoned with "San Francisco" sitting beside me, steeping with red lavender tea, and wonder if you'll be here when I get back.

I'll see you soon and c u smyle! ;)