There is something very fragile and feeling so strong in heart and mind ans soul its confusing. feels like the body and me are two different entities and they have to collaborate together to heal. There is no opposition, no. Just the pains and the difficulties are not me.
The body walks with difficulties, it gets tired, it pains but I feel like flying. This thing is not over yet. In a few months I 'll have to go again to the hospital and have a similar operation. Not a party time, I assure you, yet it doesn't scare me a lot.
A good friend use to say. "don't call it "my" illness". Nowdays I have thins in mind, because I understand what he means. Even in a fragile body, there is a little place that is strong, a spring of strenght and courage and positive thinking.
The day of the operation, i met my doctor outside my surgery room. I told him. " I know you are going to do a fine work". I knew it. its not a wish. I knew it. after ther surgery he told me " we did a fine work". See I told you, I respond and smiled.
Now , i'm at home. Mostly at bed when I don't do my exercise or my walks. I have to be careful. Sometimes a pain worries me if something is wrong, if I did a mistake and ruined what was fixed, because they body is fragile, and I have to take care of it.
We are fragile and strong at the same time and when are both entities are well together things are well. In this body that pains, I'm feeling good, because I live in that little space, by the source, holding my mojo bag.
I own a big thank you to the one learn me to trust. I feel grateful that God arranged that meeting and gave me a second change. How one can show their graditude when we have helpers from above ? Just take care of the gift, I think.
My first week at home. Being home is nice...