Sitting around the fire of our new chiminea last night, I looked up and through the soon-to-be budding tree next to our deck.
The late afternoon light was coming through it so beautifully it made me want to cry.
It was a bit of a scary week after going to the ER last Monday having had some chest pains on and off for a few weeks. Then a follow up doctor appointment that I left from still with no definitive answer. Then a trip to my chiropractor who thinks it is costochondritis (basically inflammation under my rib cage). I feel confident this is what it is. But to cover all bases I had a stress test done on Friday.
As much as one tries not to worry, well, worry I did. Though I felt better after seeing my chiropractor that I did have the right answer — but still — it lingered at the back of my mind if it could be more serious.
When I check in with my gut, I believe my stress test will come back with flying colors and I should know tomorrow or Tuesday. But at the same time, it will be good to get that confirmation.
As I gazed into the blue sky last night, the birds chirping, Kylie, Gidget, and John beside me on the deck, I felt such gratitude for the life I have.
The light beaming down through the branches reminded me that every experience we go through is growth.
I also thought back to Friday, having to wait 25-minutes for the doctor to come back from lunch before I could take my stress test. I was already hooked up to all the equipment, my hands sweating, and trying to take my mind off how the test would go.
The nurses were so kind — Nicole and Connie, plus one other but I didn’t catch her name. While we waited, the discussion turned to dogs. Then the one nurse asking what I do. I’m a writer and author I told them.
This turned into the nurse whose name I didn’t know who then connected the dots and figured out I was Frankie’s mom. And before I knew it my mind was off the impending test.
We talked about the book I’m currently working on and how it is about accepting times of transition in our lives as gifts.
I realized last night that even though I was in a situation such as this, I was able to share my light with others. And how we can share our message no matter what.
And when I was done with my stress test, which went well, dressed and ready to go, Connie walked me down the hall to show me on my way. She said, “It was really nice meeting you. You really made my day. Thank you.”
I was surprised she said this as it was I who was so grateful for their kindness and making me feel at ease.
And last night I thought about all those audiences years before I had spoken to, but haven’t done much since Frankie passed away. And how I struggled with that for so long.
But as the light beamed down through the tree I realized that we all can make a difference just by living from the light of who we are — and that light will touch the lives it needs to touch. We really don’t need to do anything but simply be who we are.
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Miss Gidget is doing well also after having 6 teeth pulled on Friday. Life is good.
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