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Rocks Crumble

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Life can change in a heartbeat, quite literally. When I awoke on Thursday, June 12, 2014, I had no clue that a mere few hours later, I would be on a hospital gurney, with an IV in my arm and a tube up my vein to insert a stent into a collapsed artery in my heart. The day had begun quite normally. Light breakfast, a ‘normal’ gym workout with the intention to have  full schedule of therapy clients that would have taken me all the way to 7:30pm or so. That would be considered a ‘short day’, since there were some in which I wouldn’t cross my threshold until 9 pm or later. Imagine a pace like that for years at a time. Once home, I would be at the computer, writing articles, which is a true joy. Even so, my eyes wouldn’t close until close to midnight. Then there were times when they would flutter open a few hours later, as if I was being awakened by an insistent lover whose embrace I welcomed, but who didn’t quite get that this body needed rest and not just pleasure to sustain it.

When the actual event happened, I was in surrealistic shock, not quite believing it. It is an unfolding process, as I am finding.  Being a documentarian, I am called to write a lot about this, in spite of the feedback from two wonderful friends (both prolific writers) who have encouraged me to hold off and let this experience sink in, just for me. Hard to do, since writing is my medicine and I see this as a way to reach people with the vital message of self care.

Revelations coming through like (sodium free, cholesterol free, fat free….my new dietary guidelines:) popcorn. Went on an outing yesterday to run errands and then a wild night with my friend Ondreah Johnson who doubled as chauffer and private duty nurse, at Costco. Got all kinds of organic and GMO free goodies. It occurred to me in the face of my own health issues and now my friend Phil Garber who is in the hospital (he is my son’s Big Brother/go to guy), I have NO CONTROL over any of it. Imagine thinking that I did. I had a ‘conversation’ with my parents who are on the Other Side while meandering the aisles and leaning on the cart, feeling like I was way beyond my double nickels birthday. I said to my mother “I’m not you. I can’t do this.” She was everyone’s rock. I used to tell her “Rocks crumble.” She would also say that she could handle any crisis and then fall apart afterward. Funny, I never saw her fall apart. I suspect that she learned from my grandmother and I learned from her how to convince ourselves that we had to be available 24/7 for whatever need arose. She too had cardiac issues. I believe she died of broken heart from missing my dad who preceded her by 2 1/2 years.So the surrender piece. God/dess and I have been having confabs and I have been turning it all over and over and over. What else is there to do but that? I am trusting that all is well.


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