As Will’s pain was nil all day, yesterday, our hopes of kidney stone having
Passed through ureter into bladder were dashed when
Back pain woke him during the night, releasing frustration that
His defense system must have repressed, because
Upon arising, this morning, my ailing husband phoned
The doctor’s office, asking for a call back to
Suggest what to do, next, and as today marks a week of his
Stoic attitude with pain, Will’s patience has, for sound reason
Worn thin—as for me, I’m feeling too troubled while
Watching Will struggle with pain to redirect my mind toward
Diving for depth in hopes of gaining insight into times past
So rather than sitting idly by, wringing my hands, I’ll occupy
Myself productively by relating what took place during
My weekend with Katie, which, as you may remember, saw our
Plans for private time go south (as was true of my plan with Will to
Enjoy a festive Fourth of July with family, up north); uh—on
Second thought, before I expand upon my experience with Katie
Let's review her reason for choosing to fly in secretly, which
Made sense to me based upon my choice to secret my presence from
Loved ones whose hearts had hurt when I’d phoned to convey
My love and inner conflict concerning the brevity of my weekend stay with
My sons and grandsons on the coast, suggesting my being so close but
Short of time to enjoy the company of extended family, and though
Some understood, the defensive replies of others offered me reason to
Go with—mums the word—when future weekend jaunts to
See my sons were planned, and having clarified that
Katie’s secretiveness and mine were compassionate in nature
Let’s switch tracks so as to offer up a brief account of
All that was unplanned during the ‘peaceful’ weekend that
Katie and I had hoped to enjoy with each other. And then, as if
Serendipity has been guiding the direction of
My posts, all along, I believe today’s train of thought will
Coast into a station where, upon the safe passage of Will’s ston
My intuitive engine will freely uncouple from the urgency of today’s
Illness and strife so as to switch tracks toward
Reconnecting with the storyline concerning illness and
Strife that was ours to bear for years in the aftermath of
Our head-on collision, which, after a two week hospitalization
Landed me in bed, 24/7, next to Will, during the next six weeks of
Our recovery—circa 1978. (Gosh—look what happens when
Insight-driven intuition is set free to secure each next step of
An open-minded person’s path—Seriously—
Once the trifecta of humility, courage and patience engage with
A calming sense of resilience, it’s highly conceivable that
Everything, which had seemed to fly apart in a flurry of worry, will
One day in the future, fall neatly into a wholly relaxed
Place as though that had been fate’s far-sighted plan, all along!
I mean, if we think back to the very first post penned concerning
Illness, we’d land upon the month of January, 2018, when
I was laid up for several weeks with Will nursing me lovingly, which
Was quite different from my being laid up and in need of
His compassion when we were in our twenties, and our children
Were tots, suggesting that if we calm our minds thus freeing
Intuition to guide our think tanks to dive clearly into the past, eventually
The bigger picture of what has changed for the better, over time, will
Emerge and come full circle as though all on its own ...
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