For unknown reason, late last night, I felt compelled to send an e-mail to my Aunt Rose, who, on her way to 97, was sadly fated to have lost her sight and hearing.
Dearest Aunt Rose,
As I continue to work toward recovering from seven months of chemo followed by undergoing two recent surgeries (sternum in the front and the next day, removal of ribs from my back in order to resect my heart and lung), I continue to draw more from my inner strengths than any life threatening surgery experienced in years past, but please know that the brief explanation above of this past year of my life is not a pity party, because beyond the pain is the fact that I feel blessed to have been a candidate for these life saving procedures, developed by two brilliant surgeons, whose expertise, combined with the talents of the oncologist who continued to readjust my chemo until the harsh combination of meds attacked the tumor more than attacking my body’s natural ability to produce blood.
And so, if we all experience burdens at every stage of life, I am grateful to come from family stock that perseveres courageously through whatever personal hardship fate doles out, knowing that attitude is everything, and working toward embracing peace of mind is integral to experiencing happiness, day after day, simply because of my conscious awareness of this fact—my precious husband, sons and grandchildren are healthy, and with my good fortune, clearly in the forefront of my mind, my attentive connection to positive focus continues to step forward on the path toward making a complete recovery, step by step.
It’s after midnight. Irwin and I were readying ourselves for bed, when, suddenly, I felt like writing to you, and the train of thought, above, poured out of my heart so intuitively that after enclosing my love for you (and Irwin’s, too), I’ll send this email to Bruce, knowing that he’ll read it aloud, conveying the depths of my appreciation for being ‘a Goodman Girl’, suggesting that the host of inner strengths that I’ve absorbed and depended upon during trying times came from both sides of my family, empowering my spirit (and my sister’s spirit) to overcome whatever may have overwhelmed another person, who had not as many strong role models after whom to pattern my development as I’ve continued to become the woman I know myself to be, today.
With so much love, respect and admiration, I’m so glad you are my beloved aunt.
🙋🏻♀️❤️🌈🌻Heidi
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