There have been times in the last few days when pain and fever levels were utterly ridiculous, but I am still home and feeling cheerful again. The icy trees in the garden look as though they belong in the Long Winter of C.S. Lewis's Narnia novels, and the windchimes outside the kitchen window look fetching as they sway back and forth against a background of icicles.
Apparently it is going to take several days to bounce back from the recent health and hospital doings, but my medical team worked their magic, and I am on my way. I will simply have to cultivate trust, do as I am told and wait to feel better (could do without another episode like this last one though). I still have no interest in food, and my morning latte tastes peculiar so I just hold the cuppa (er mugga), inhale its fragrance and remember how it used to taste.
A dear friend once mused that there are times in life when all one can do is hang on to the grass to keep from falling off, out of life and sanity altogether. In this case, we will have to substitute snow for grass - there is so much snow around here that it may be June before we see grass again.
Thank so much for your kind thoughts and notes and healing energies.They held me up and kept me going, and they are treasured. I cherish every single word.
8 comments:
Awful stuff. No taste. Be patient as it should return. I remember once after a surgery I had no taste for food. Everything tasted like cardboard for a day or two. I forced myself to eat, but could not eat much. Your spirit is shining through the battle, I can see that.
Sending love and many healing prayers to you Cate.
I've been flattened by the flu today with fever and lack of ability to do anything. Certainly not what you are going through, but I can empathize... Like you I must use my imagination to help find my way through this, and cultivate trust - just hanging on to trust that this too shall pass... Hang on to those icicles Cate! :)
Continued prayers
and
healing thoughts
sent your way...
Holding you in love and light
as you walk this challenging road of healing.
Kristin
Hi Cate
Your post remind me of a quote I placed on my blog from a Stafford poem I love.
"We could go there and live, have a place,
a shoulder of earth, watch days
find their way onward in their serious march
where nothing happens but each one is gone.
Some people build cities and live there;
they hurry and shout. We lie on the earth;
to keep from falling into the stars we reach
as wide as we can and hold onto the grass."
from East of Broken Top
William Stafford
Thinking of you and wishing you well.
Guy
<3 <3 <3
Love you, dearest (((((((( Cate ))))))))
Oh, dear. I hope you feel better soon. My husband lost his appetite for things he used to love during chemotherapy, and often didn't feel like eating or thought food tasted funny. But everything righted itself when he finished it.
I hope your recovery is quick and there are no more issues. Hugs to you.
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