These past two days, ‘the calm before the surgery’ has not been easily maintained as tension tries to spike until the intuitive portion of my brain hears an Ativan calling my name—Annie, let’s work together at soothing your peaceful sense of self—and upon heeding the guidance of my intuitive voice, I follow my doctor’s advice—no need for martyrs, medicate as necessary ...
Thankfully, David’s strong heart is accompanying Will and me, because patients and caregivers have need of loving support. Each time our son hugs us for real a wish comes true, being that we’ve been unable to embrace any of our sons for several months, as is likely true of you, too. And as we’re a family of huggers, social distancing behind glass, month after month, has been smart but not easy.
As Will and I confront the landscape of today’s reality, we’re really glad that Steven, Celina and Ravi decided to have dinner on our patio, every evening, until our departure for the medical center in Houston. And being that last night at 7pm, the thermometer registered 107 degrees, you can imagine the intensity of the heat while Steven’s family dined on take-out, which is why all three chose to cool down with brief dips in our spa. Once Steven’s crew packs up to drive home, we FaceTime with Barry, Marie, Tony and Ray, as usual.
With so many unknowns cycling through my mind, inclusive of traveling in hazmat suits while Covid rages, on and on, I’ve learned to let each fear emerge so that having considered possibilities, my spirit can send them packing in favor of refocusing my mind on probabilities, being that my surgeons clearly stated that I’m a likely candidate for full recovery; otherwise, they’d not put me through a pair of back-to-back surgeries as serious as these prove to be.
And so with thoughts of this past year leading toward this week’s mega leap of faith, I hope you can feel my love wishing to hug all of you close, once successful surgery and the threat of Covid have passed (and since wishes come in threes, let’s imagine the jubilance felt by millions, round the world, once the menace cowering ‘neath the presidential desk in The Oval Office is sent packing, as well.
As this surgery is considered high risk, thank goodness a beautiful fairy enjoyed dinner with Celina and Steven on our patio, last night. I mean, it’s mighty nice to have a good fairy in the family, especially during trying times. After dinner, this luminous creature created magical swirls with rainbow-colored soaps all over the outside of our windowed Arcadia door, and when her transparent canvass was complete, she waved her magic wand and asked the powers that be to make her Gramma Annie better, so we can play, together, for hours and hours, forever and ever ...
And have I mentioned the magical powers inherent in glow in the dark rocks painted with love by Tony and Ray? If a picture is worth a thousand words, then those below are sure to spotlight the magic of love that’s certain to buoy our spirits until we three arrive home, safe and sound after our stay in The Lone Star State.
Be masked
Vote blue
Feel my love
🙋🏻♀️❤️🌈🌻Annie
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