A note sent via my portal to my oncologist following my appointment of more than a week ago:
Dear Dr. S.
Upon reflection, I realized that the gratitude I feel for having made my way through these last two years was left unexpressed, yesterday. Perhaps, I’d wearied of approaching each next arduous challenge with such strength of spirit that, this week, my smile had need of rest.
Upon awakening, today, this awareness clarified for me: Before being diagnosed with this life threatening illness, I'd happily accepted my age, because people, most especially those in the field of medicine, were flabbergasted to learn that I was in my seventies, and as I didn't feel my age, each advancing birthday was cheerfully welcomed.
After 'letting down my hair' (pun intended) in your exam room, yesterday, Insight offered me sound reason to see that as I continue to recover physically, my youthful spirit will recover, as well. And so, following your prescription to refill my daily need of patience concerning the slo-mo nature of my recovery (as well as the element of isolation felt resultant of our long-lasting Covid quarantine), the sincerity of my spirit’s smile is beginning to perk up, today.
With so much appreciation for your gentle words of wisdom,
🙋🏻♀️Annie
And so yet again, ‘sleep on it’ offered my intuitive powers down time necessary to percolate, peacefully, until I awakened to insight spotlighting a mindful sense of clarity arising from within that which had been a darkly cloudy mass of tunnel vision until the dawning of mental sunshine, this morning.
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