You’ve heard of Dead Man Walking? Well, today, I was Live Girl Talking. And I’m going admit, I savored every moment of it!
The day started out quietly though. I had coffee, prayed, meditated. It was a very peaceful start to my day.
I went to the gym, and pedalled 23 miles during spin class. Thanks to my trainer, Eddie, my final workout before surgery was AMAZING! For at least the next week, I’m ordered not to work out. Can you believe it, my doctor actually wants me to rest after surgery. Stay tuned for updates on that endeavor.
Church was great today. It’s Palm Sunday. The game opener to Holy Week. There is no coincidence that my procedure is happening during the most important week of my church’s year; the week that is best experienced by spending lots of time in reflection. (Boy, does God provides me with great opportunities!)
I sat next to a woman at Mass who is having a mastectomy on Thursday. Talk about a ‘perpective-giver.’ I’m not minimizing my situation, but I am grateful that I don’t have her battle. We were able to be a support to one another however, knowing that each of us were undergoing surgery that is really the start of the solution. We will both be engaged in a healing process vs. a healing event. At the close of Mass, our priest asked us if we wanted to receive the Sacrament of the Annointing of the Sick. Heck yeah! I will take any and all prayers for a successful surgery and recovery. It’s great to belong to a faith community where people are supportive. I’ve looked for this sort of parish for a long time, and I’ve found it at St. Fabian.
This afternoon I went to a funeral visitation, to pay my respects to a woman who made a huge impact on the Detroit recovery community during her 38 years of continuous sobriety. I’m always overwhelmed by the sense of connectedness among recovering people. The over-arching feeling of gratitude and peace amidst grief were palpable.
Last stop tonight, was a 12-step meeting; to carry a message of hope to young people recovering from the effects of the alcoholism of a loved one. It was my last night with them for a few weeks. You really need to have a speaking voice if you’re gonna be around kids.
All day long, I found myself becoming very aware of things I won’t be able to do for a couple weeks. For instance, yawn loudly, cough out loud, comment about other people’s driving skills, utter any sound in reaction to something I read on Facebook, talk to myself, the list goes on. Today, a friend asked, “this sure has been a long wait for the surgery, hasn’t it?” I guess it has. But I’m grateful I’ve had this time to really prepare for the silent recovery that will begin tomorrow. I don’t know if I could be successful keeping my mouth shut if my surgery had happened immediately following the diagnosis.
Below is where I’ll be headed at 6am tomorrow. It is great friends who will pick someone up at 5am and drive her across town. Glad there’s no snow in the forecast!
When I was a kid (growing up with 7 siblings) at bedtime when the kids were acting up, my mother would say. “I don’t want to hear a peep out of you!” Of course, at least one of us would say, “peep.” Her next statement was usually, “I want to hear, Grand Silence!”
By this time tomorrow, you won’t hear a peep out of me. Grand Silence is less than 24 hours away.