Wednesday, January 8, 2014

892 NGUOUY Part 56 RECIPIENTS OF BAD NEWS

Considering where we left off, yesterday, it's likely that you think to know what today's post concerns.  If you're reading with yesterday's mindset intact, it's likely to believe that today's title refers to my imparting bad news to our nearest and dearest, rather than my being the recipient of bad news, again.  You see, life did what it tends to do all too often more often in that, once again, fear grabbed hold of my mind and gave my my spirit reason dip—rather than dive …

January 2014
Life tends to whisk our spirits off the safe track in less time than it takes to blink twice, and that's what happened, yesterday.

At about 10 AM, Angie and I had reason to walk into the main entrance of the hospital where our dear friend, Julie, was about to have a troublesome cyst surgically removed.  Upon entering the hospital, my mind stirred with déjà vu, because Will's surgery was still so fresh.  In answer to this deja vu reaction, my spirit could have dived, but rather than allowing that to happen, I called upon courage to hearten my spirit, automatically.  After all, I'd come to bolster the spirits of my dear friend and her family with positively focused thoughts, because the worrisome cyst was on Julie's ovary.

Julie cried when we hugged her, kissed her and wished her well, pre-op.  It was reassuring to know that, having placed her faith in our love, my dear friend had been able to express raw emotion in our presence, openly.

As hours passed, waiting proved interminable and strong spirits grew downcast, because excising this cyst was taking much too long.  By 4:30 PM, all attempts at lighthearted conversation had dried up, until ultimately, the unspoken word, which we all knew to be a possibility, broke through the silence, which had reason to grow thick and dour as surgery continued over too many hours.  By 5:30PM, the eyes of my dear friend's family had reddened with unshed tears.

At the surgeon's approach, tension was palpable, and rather than my being the bearer of bad tidings, I, standing supportively next to my friend's nearest and dearest, found myself amongst those on the receiving end of bad news.

As I'm on my way to the hospital, shortly, no time to write more, today—except for this closing thought which has reason to float through my mind, every day:  Life is shorter than we think, suggesting the importance of creating as many moments of pure and simple joy with dear friends as we can, because, clarity declares that life and uncertainty go hand in hand 

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