IS THE BEST YET TO COME? LET’S HOPE SO!

Here’s hoping you slept well and that your day got off to a smooth start.  I’ve been sleeping well, this week, most likely due to downing pain meds at about 8pm followed by half of an ambien at bedtime.  Though I awaken feeling peaceful on the surface, I’m vaguely aware of an ocean of repressed unrest rumbling deep within my subconscious as though threatening to filter into my conscious mind if my line of self control nods off just long enough for courage (which steadies my focus upon lucidity) to take a nap, which is not permitted during the days ahead while we await Monday’s appointment with my pulmonologist, who plans to explain her diagnosis, prognosis and plan for treatment concerning my need to evict this mass of cotton candy that took up residence, uninvited, within the two lower lobes of my right lung.

Though you might think me anxious while awaiting Monday’s appointment, I’m highly aware of feeling thankful for enjoying time, today, Sat. and Sun. with beloved members of my family and dear friends, because as long as I don’t yet know what fate has in store for me, my spirit remains naturally buoyed on love, which, along with my medicated state of hyper awareness, feels like I’m being wisked away from worry toward gaining an ever deepening appreciation of my good fortune to have enjoyed the greater portion of my life upon a magic carpet ride, steered by my sunny vision of hope for the best—suggesting that with positive attitudes in the driver’s seat, the best may be yet to come. ...
Here’s hoping for the best for you, too!  🙋🏻‍♀️🌈

PS
Though I remember pairing up with a classmate to create a huge set of lungs out of chicken wire and paper mache (our project for our sixth grade science fair), apparently, with the passage of decades, I’d forgotten that our lungs are not a perfectly matched set, because one lung is composed of two lobes while the other has three.  And of my five lobes, the bottom and middle lobes of my three lobed lung are the ones, which are cause for concern.

Up note for today—I’m pleasantly surprised at my apparent ability to offer this particular worrier (that would be me) pep talks concerning positivity, which have actually been buoying my spirit successfully ... and as it’s time for David to pick up Ravi from school, I’ll ready myself to enjoy today’s magic carpet ride—literally—since David and Ravi play on the expanse of my bedroom carpet while I scoot down to the foot of my bed and stretch out comfortably, so as to watch the two of them playing the day away, which floods my heart with happiness so light and bright as to make me feel like a glow stick while I breathe in my son and granddaughter combining two active imaginations into one that proves so sunny and funny as to fill the air we inhale with the best combination of pain relievers, ever—the honeyed nectar of love intertwining with good natured laughter ...