Heelllooo! Having circled the drain for months, I am back as strong and stubborn as a Borax and liquid Dawn resistant stained shower stall!
Let me start by saying I’ve absolutely NO intention of returning to health-worry purgatory ever again! As miserable as it’s been, I must admit I have learned a great deal about myself, and others, while suspended in the goo of uncertainty amidst approximately a million gloom-and-doom predictions from a team of expert bearers of bad news.
I won’t try to fib here; it wasn’t easy trying to find a way to turn this level of manure into something less offensive, but long story short, we did it, and almost as soon as we did, we discovered Rich DOES NOT have ALS, in spite of about a million and one contradictory diagnostic indicators, and a million and two test results supporting that miserably serious contention, and about a million and three earnest specialists working diligently to prepare us for the fact that he did.
And, oh by-the-way, that coronary artery of mine, the one the cardiologist punctured during a stent insertion three days before Rich’s tentative diagnosis, is healing nicely now, and every day I feel a little more like my old self, (except that now I’m living 100% in the world according to itty).
When the whole drama began I was living life through a lovely filter, and during the Four Month Wars I came to appreciate the benefits of having chosen to do so many years ago. Throughout the ordeal, I successfully fine-tuned the comforting perimeters of my mental Mayberry existence by using the greater world’s insensitivities and arrogances that spin like tornados as motivation.
Surprisingly, I discovered real peace in the horrible truths that scalded Rich and I almost daily, realizing and embracing there was nothing, absolutely nothing that anyone could say that could change the time we spent together. Whether time is spent playing or meeting the physical needs of one another, it remained time spent together.
There are consequences to every life lesson, and Rich and I have emerged with a short list of Things to Do resulting from this slight twist in our path through life, (and beyond), together.
Morgan, our granddaughter who lives with us, is moving into an apartment on her university’s campus to finish her senior year, and Rich and I are down-sizing for an eminent move to Texas where our children are waiting with open arms. Morgan will join us all later, doing her graduate work there.
I am so excited to get to share this new adventure with my readers! I’m even more excited about life in general these days. Back on the home front, Aunt-Bea-Me is comfortably sitting on half of the double recliner, rose-colored-lenses in place, the Food Network murmuring softly in the background, as she compiles a list of details necessary to pull off yet another glorious life-style change.
In the kitchen for tonight, a new diabetic friendly recipe for Orange Chicken! And two loaves of wheat bread rising.
Lord-of-mercy, my friends, it’s good to be back.
Aunt-Bea-Me’s Pearl of the Day: Sometimes it’s necessary to deafen your ears to the roar of the storm, and instead to appreciate the soft breeze slipping through imperfect window panes.