The past six months has been an ordeal that intensified my conscious awareness of what has since been the beginning of an improved way of living. Of course, already there has been much to learn from the physical challenge that showed up rather abruptly. Taking time off - indefinitely- was a good commitment to attending to myself. When my feet felt like it wanted to drill a hole in the ground with each step I took to the point where my leg wanted to eject from its socket. I knew that I had to find out what was going on to cause such throbbing. Days of aches turned into sleepless nights.
Whatever, whatever it is was- was something to not ignore the day I woke up and could not walk even one step nor feel I had legs. Months later, there I am with a diagnosis that I never expected and yet this is what has made me embark on a journey that requires more healing than a cure can suffice. As much as I wanted to blame the universe and blaspheme the divine for its rude wake up call, which confirmed that my body was silently succumbing to wear and tear and my oblivion of the adverse effect of everyday stress, I decided to be more attentive to my body’s way of communicating its needs.
Many helpers offered assistance in some form or another and that was the most poignant reassurance that made the silver lining appear a little brighter in the dark tunnel of a diagnosis that I was not ready to accept nor the need for surgical intervention to repair the ruptured discs that deteriorated the nerve root.
So here’s to all who reach out with kindness and affection. The next few months before surgery is a bit more bearable because of you and my agreement to honour life and the body it considers home.
Whatever, whatever it is was- was something to not ignore the day I woke up and could not walk even one step nor feel I had legs. Months later, there I am with a diagnosis that I never expected and yet this is what has made me embark on a journey that requires more healing than a cure can suffice. As much as I wanted to blame the universe and blaspheme the divine for its rude wake up call, which confirmed that my body was silently succumbing to wear and tear and my oblivion of the adverse effect of everyday stress, I decided to be more attentive to my body’s way of communicating its needs.
Many helpers offered assistance in some form or another and that was the most poignant reassurance that made the silver lining appear a little brighter in the dark tunnel of a diagnosis that I was not ready to accept nor the need for surgical intervention to repair the ruptured discs that deteriorated the nerve root.
So here’s to all who reach out with kindness and affection. The next few months before surgery is a bit more bearable because of you and my agreement to honour life and the body it considers home.
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