Thank you to all who've inquired about my health.
Over the past week, I've been poked, prodded, thumped, and observed.
I had my yearly checkups with my Cardiologist and with my Integrative Medicine Doctor.
Both extended my warranty.
However, as with any of us, I realize it's limited.
Sitting in my Cardiologist's waiting room makes me very pensive.
So many gravely sick people wait to see him.
Many are on oxygen and/or are using walkers.
Some need assistance when their names are called.
"Still mending broken hearts?" I ask when it's my turn.
"I'm trying," he says. He looks weary.
Still a young man, his hair has turned pure white over the almost-three years I've known him.
"Genetics," he says with a smile, when I tell him his hair is as white as mine now.
But to deal with such chronic, debilitating illness day after day must surely take a toll.
Though my own news was good, I'm subdued when I leave.
It feels as though I'm carrying a weight of gloom and dread absorbed from all those suffering people.
I realize anew how lucky I am - how fortunate to feel so well.
As a reminder to live in the moment, I spend time with my grandchildren.
They lift my spirits as they live their lives with joy and laughter.
They teach me about exuberance and trust and love.
I take long walks in the forest with my husband.
Nature is good medicine for the spirit.
It's that time of the year when I like to pause and reflect.
I spend time with people I love.
I attempt mindfulness.
I practice gratitude and generosity.
I think and I listen.
I absorb and release sadness.
I smile as a gift to myself and others.
I search my heart for compassion.
I hope for healing which I believe is different from cure.
I'll take a break from blogging, though I may visit your blogs occasionally.
I'll certainly think of you.
May the coming days bring you peace and love and solace.