|A lifetime ago: my nursing school classmates sporting our graduate caps,|
Howard Community College, Columbia, MD, 1978
Some things feel like a lifetime ago, because, well, they were. Apparently, just a few weeks ago we were celebrating the holidays together as family and ventured to beautiful Bowen Island, BC, for our annual winter getaway by the sea. By the time we returned home and the festive Christmas tree was decommissioned, I began to feel a bit under the weather. By January 1st, it was clear I was a sick puppy in need of a warm bed.
What followed was a long slow 2 weeks of hacking and coughing, resting and moaning, with debilitating ribcage pain. It was a mere 12 days of essentially horizontal living, but it feels like a very long time ago that we were walking our dogs around Killarney Lake and visiting Jan and Ken in their home in Tunstall Bay.
I am slowly gaining ground thanks to a steady regimen of rest, attentive care rendered by my family, and the various drugs I agreed to ingest to treat the respiratory bug and killer cough.
Acute illness is a wake-up call and a stout reminder of all the ways we sally forth with nary a nod to the gift of good health. Today I am grateful for sufficient energy to carry out a few simple tasks on my to-do list. More importantly, I give thanks for my life of faith and the gift of prayer. Today I offer a prayer of healing for those who are facing difficult times: major surgery for breast cancer in a young mother; a family care conference to establish a plan for a family patriarch in fragile health; hope and faith for those in our community living without shelter. And I give thanks for the blessing of family and friends and for the light they cast.