Good morning everyone! I am going to try to get a few words out before I go back down, and slumber through this day….floating in healing clouds, re-training my own muscle memory and thanking God for my beautiful life and for the beautiful people in my life.
For those of you following my medical situation, here is a brief update. There is lots to say and I will suffice to say that less is more in this situation.
In medicine, in all things, we are practicing. Practicing medicine…practicing parenting…practicing friendship…practicing coraling…
I am undoubtedly the exception, not the rule, when it comes to many things. With a CPTSD diagnosis and enough trauma to debilitate an entire nation, I’ve no doubt that my medical team had their work cut out for them, preparing a place for me…
What would be a, for lack of a better word, “norma”l, procedure, is not normal for me at all. This has to mean that it’s not their normal either…they worked extra hard to prepare a safe place for me, an accommodating space for me, and I am thankful.
In practicing anything, we are gifted our truest learning moments, when things are not normal. When the wind shifts and the climate is unpredictable, our skill set is tested and our true nature takes over. It must because there are no books, no instructions for moments like these. In these moments, we practice medicine. In these moments, we practice parenting and partnering and adulting.
So, I dedicate this morning’s blog to the amazing medical team that began assembling on the day I called my dear friend, to help me find someone to help me. I love you my friend. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
To every single person who has had their hands on me, during this very intimate and difficult time in my life, I thank you, from the bottom of your heart for your love and care. We are all learning together and I thank you for going out of your way to prepare a safe place for me.
To my surgeon and her medical team, thank you for taking care of me and for walking me through my fears. Any of the things we missed, we will definitely remember in the future, because of this situation, and I am grateful for the coaching moments. Moments that coach is grow us and make us stronger, more sensitive and more aware. These moments, no mattter who we are, make us better, because we have to be better.
For every prayer, for every text and private message and comment and for every single person who loved me like a verb and who showed up, to literally hold my hand through this, thank you. Thank you. Thank you . I am one very loved and very blessed woman and I am so thankful!
I have had a few minor set backs, nothing we can’t handle. I am healing nicely. I just had a shower and smell fabulous! Pranja has not left my side. Tamara is my heart and I am so fucking blessed to be walking through his world with her. My sister Flew all of the way from California, to love us like a verb. Thank you sister…thank you so much for seeing that we were drowning, even when we didn’t see it, and for coming to get us back into our life raft. We love you to the moon and back Michele. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. To those whose who remain anonymous and bit invisible, you know who you are and we thank you for loving us like a verb and for showing up to help us through. We love you! Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Good night world! Off to heal with Nahko as I fade off to sleep. I love you and thank you for loving me!