It’s been a good month.
So good to see family and friends, to laugh, and to reconnect. My husband and daughter are able to relax a bit more – I see it in their released muscles, in their trust. Looking at candies and cakes and shiny red wrapping papers has lifted my spirits, and the smells of pumpkin, cinnamon, cloves, and nutmeg have infused me with some kind of winter-and-food inspired warmth.
Grounding. Here and now.
My strength is near-normal, the physical therapy exercises are working, and morning coffee brings such hope. We’ve gone on a few short hikes and planted some bulbs. I’m returning to work soon, and we’re even making summer plans.
We’re daring to hope this remission lasts awhile. We’re daring to trust in life again.
What else can we/I do, really? Giving up is not an option, and I’m tired of grief.
It’s December 30, 2018.
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I’m really glad to hear your strength is returning, along with hope. Hope makes a huge difference. Here’s to health and a return to living in the now in the coming year!
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Thank you so much, Secret Agent. I wish the same for your.
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Just sending “hi” and hugs your way on this cold, grey Winter Day.
You are loved.
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