To my good fortune, loved ones are busying my mind with pleasure—Will just brought me warm pumpkin bread; David is beside me; Steven will be here with Ravi after work, and Barry arrived from the west coast, again.
In addition to all of this nurturing occurring on Saturday, Andi and Michael brought dinner and stayed for the Sun’s playoff game—after which my sister FaceTimed, and emails and texts, offering best wishes, continue to pour in.
As to phone calls, thank you so much for respecting my need to cocoon within an aura of peaceful tranquility, which translates into my holding back an ocean of emotion, which can be quite a feat.
Busy days. Busy evenings. At home. My heart feeling too busy smiling to free worrisome thoughts that would surely wear on my spirit.
Today, During my appointment with my thoracic surgeon, I placed tongue in cheek while saying—I plan to be the healthiest patient you’ve ever had who proves in need of removing a lung. She, liking my attitude, laughed and so did I. Laughter (blended into a smoothie with love) really is the best medicine.
Tonight—my choice will be Tequila, sangria, Prosecco OR Grey Goose. I’m not choosey and will not imbibe too much, seeing as I’m known to be a cheap drunk, who certainly needs not invite a hangover to mess with my head when my noggin seeks to maintain an aura of serenity before undergoing such a delicate surgery—only two days away.
My grandsons, Tony and Ray, asked Barry to give me their photos to take to the hospital, so Barry chose three identical frames, knowing that each time I see all three of my grand children smiling at me, invariably, my smile will feel enticed to appear.
As always, I’m deeply appreciative of all your good wishes, and I’ll be sending positive vibes into the universe in hopes that tranquility boomerangs ever so gently in slow-mo right back at me, most especially on Tuesday of this week.
🙋🏻♀️🔆🌻Annie
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