Yesterday I had my words published on line. A small article in a small charitable publication.
I shared it with various people. A step I wouldn't have taken a year ago. I think I'm getting close to the idea that I'm not boasting. I'm not seeking attention for the sake of it. I'm sharing.
There are often differences, in generation and place. And there are three memories of similarity too. All rolled up into shared experiences and conversations.
I'm drinking wine with my father-in-law and he gives me the TV guide.
I haven't looked at one of those for years.
I feel the warm comfort of the past reminding me of my own father and a time when you chose what to watch ahead of time.
I feel loved and cared for by this simple gesture.
Today is the last day, so is tomorrow.
The day after will be too.
And the next one.
The last day means something.
As a teacher, I repeat this year on year.
We have so many 'last days'
They mean something.
They are a rite of passage and real and unreal.
There are days that have more significance than others. Memories that last and fade and linger and disappear and are false and true.
Here and now.
Gone and forgotten.
Forever and never
It seems so long ago, but looking back it was roughly 4 years ago when I felt poorly enough to tell a Dr and a Dr admitted me into a hospital.
It had been building and I didn't know. It's a common experience. To suspect and so often try to reassure yourself it's nothing serious.
On this overnight stay I simply needed fluids, my salts were low.
Fix that and off to go.
That happened again about a month later.
3 months after that and I had a craniotomy.
That's why it's so hard to be calm about a new symptom and why I try to be aware.
I'm healthy and well.
I'm planning on staying that way.
I know it won't last forever
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