Nurturing Thursday: Thought for August 2

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I decided to play with along with Becca today and participate in her Nurturing Thursday.

For the Love of Challenges

I’ve gathered a list of challenges and their hosts.  So if you know a challenge host, please direct them to my blog.  Feel free to contact me anytime.  I hope everyone will be able to use my lists.

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Pep Talk

I’ve faced worse, I told myself when the diagnosis came; I’ll get through this too.

And I believe it.   Whatever it takes, I am committed.

That doesn’t mean that the struggle is lessened in any way.  The struggle is very real.

It begins with knowing self.  I’ve never been one to accept anything at face value.

When a doctor told me that I wouldn’t be able to carry a pregnancy to full term because of issues with my back, I thanked him and looked for alternatives – giving birth to three healthy babies, no further problems.

When another doctor told me that I’d likely have to be on mood-altering drugs for life following an acute episode of debilitating depression, I started researching cause and optional approaches, and reached out for support and therapy, successfully avoiding the original prognosis.

thI am willing to do the work, and if it takes trial and error, well that is okay.  At least I’m trying.

The difficulty lies in determining how to measure progress.   I am an action-oriented person, who would rather get a job done and rest later (if there’s room left to rest), but healing doesn’t work this way.  It takes time, and demands patience.  I have to remind myself to step back and re-evaluate from time to time.

Now feels like one of those moments.

If I follow all the literature, and chats, about Myalgic Encephalomyelitis then I might come to believe that the hope for recovery is limited and only ever temporary.  This is not acceptable for me.  I still have life I want to live.  Hell, I’m living life.  The fact that I’m currently experiencing a setback only means that I need to reset, readjust.  It doesn’t mean there hasn’t been progress.

Four months ago, when we left our hometown and headed out on the road, I could barely walk across a parking lot.  In Memphis, I walked a block before my ankle snapped, and still I pushed on, enduring a loud bus tour.  It knocked me out for a few days.

Even when we arrived in Texas, I was still struggling to stand up after sitting for a meal, but I did manage to attend and participate in a couple of watercolour painting classes.  Progress.  In Arizona, with the dry air, I haven’t had to rely on allergy and asthma medication to get me through each day, and my legs are getting stronger.

th-1As imperceptible as change may be day-to-day, it is undeniably present in the bigger picture.  Compared to the beginning of this journey, I can walk further, and when I do get knocked down, the recovery is quicker.  I need to keep this in perspective.  Yes, repercussions did happen after the trip to Sedona, and I am still trying to regain ground. But when I think back to my first specialist appointment, after first becoming ill – 2 1/2 hours out of bed that resulted in a three-week crash – I have come a long way.

This is but one more mountain in a lifetime of mountains.  I am still climbing.


Preparations Are Mighty

A forty-one foot Alfa See Ya sits in the driveway awaiting take

Ric has had to get medical clearance after two heart attacks and triple bypass surgery in the spring.  He has also had to get special licensing to drive our new soon to be home.

We have purchased a mobility scooter for yours truly, which will be mounted on a rack behind the RV, along with his bicycle.

The homemaker was here today helping me sort through cupboards and pack up the essentials.

It’s an exciting time, and also scary.

“What if something happens to Ric?”  my family all ask.

“Are you going to be able to handle it? ” everyone (including myself) questions me.

“Won’t you miss the grandchildren?”

Worst of all, my ninety-year-old mother’s health is failing.  “Are you leaving me?” she asks pitifully.

But isn’t this how life works?  Don’t we all have to face the fire when initiating change – purposeful change?th-2

Ric and I did not come to this decision lightly.  Inundated with setback after setback, we are no longer willing to sit back and wait for the next.

Maybe we are inviting more trouble.  Or, maybe, just maybe, we are turning a corner that will bring wondrous adventure and new life.

We’ll never know until we try.

In the meantime, the preparations are mighty.