It’s been hard, the last few months to be honest. Well, to be really honest this year- that began with hope of a new year after several very hard ones. I thought this had to be the year. A redemptive one full of healing and goodness. Then March hit and the middle of the Lenten Season my daughter had a health crisis that left us feeling helpless, hopeless and at a loss. She is recovering and will be for years to come but is healthier- mentally, emotionally and physically. Thanks be, not only to God, but to family who responded immediately with past experiences and medical staff who listened and acted quickly. I am beyond grateful for her life and her journey to healing.
Now we come to this Advent Season. To my own health crisis and preparation for one of the greatest events in my life. I don’t think I’ve processed it until now as I sit waiting for a surgery that will change my body, my outward appearance and take me out of work for a period of time. I always joked about a Covid vacation and now I’m looking at a surgical one! All humor aside. I am grateful. I am peaceful. I am hopeful. I feel loved.
Being on this side of things after working 17 years on the other is something that is leaving me speechless. Maybe after the encouragement of a kind physician friend who survived his own battle with cancer I’ll make this into a blog about the journey. I’m not going to pressure myself to write but I’m hoping the desire is there. Christmas 10 years ago I was in the hospital delivering my daughter. Christmas 10 years later I’m sitting in Preop waiting to have a bilateral mastectomy and lymph node removal. Here’s to healing process and a hopeful, healing 2024.
Maybe this will be the year….
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