WITH THOUGHTS OF WELCOMING ELIJAH

 Here’s how I know a corner has been turned concerning one stage of healing passing the baton to the next:  This morning—tired as I continue to be—my think tank began to outline how best to organize a family Seder without taxing myself, over much.

The mere thought of my brain even thinking about creating a Seder for our loved ones suggests that my processor’s connection to resourcefulness is in working order for the first time in three years, being that three years ago, while attempting to enjoy springtime in Nashville with Will (and Mike and Simmy and their significant others), I’d felt need to spend more time in bed than not, based in the fact that my tumor had not yet been astutely diagnosed.

So, the fact that my think tank is able to even consider inviting Elijah to feast at our Passover table along with family and dear friends (dinner to be catered) is a change for the better worthy of notating as this is the day after my brain blew a fuse, suggesting, yet again—the surprising difference a day makes when an attitude of positive focus reins supreme once lethargy of spirit (not to be confused with feeling lackadaisical) has been hot wired to the miraculous nature of love’s magic spell as if last weekend’s festivities had jump-started my brain activity, which had lain fallow while all of my energy had need to direct itself toward healing from life-saving medical methods so extreme, over these past three years, as to have proved to be life threatening, several times, causing my survival instinct to depend upon the brilliance of medical innovations coupled with my spirit’s determination to fully embrace nothing less than my heartfelt capacity to bear whatever had been deemed necessary to recover from cancer so as to thrive within the midst of family and friends, whose heartfelt, unconditional love of life and each other mirrors mine.

In short, a reverential sense of hope occupies so much of my brain space that there is no place left for any thought that might even hint at empowering this lengthy illness to shorten my life.  The fact that my mother celebrated her 100th birthday may have strongly influenced the strength of my positively focused mindset concerning directing my energy toward refraining a full recovery so as to rejoice over the restoration of my happy, healthy, high-spirited life for many years to come.

And with the approach of holidays celebrating the blessed renewal of life, all that needs be added before this intuitive train of thought pulls into today’s rest station is—L’Chaim!  To Life!  Amen

🙋🏻‍♀️😊Annie