A River Changed Course
Aug. 30th, 2023 10:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smokingbootMy dear, you learned about a scary diagnosis less than two weeks ago. You're gonna be reeling and recalibrating for a while, I suspect. This was a life-altering event. There was a distinct Before and a distinct Afterwards, and somewhere between the two, a river changed course.
Thank you for your wisdom and love,mallorys_camera, I will keep this with me.
I've had gifts and kindness, offers of time, thought, flowers, good luck charms and daleks. The gift I wear every day is this one:
Not to jinx anything but yes, OK, youbetcha. And thank you.
And if I can't do much yet, if I must sit still and wonder wth happened, if I tire for no reason and find my concentration whacked, I'll pay attention to the wisdom above. A river changed course. Some recalibration will be needed.
Sombre news about another's illness came yesterday. Their story isn't mine to tell, so best I keep quiet; I can only wish the best and be around if needed. What a harsh time this is!
It reminded me that considering what is going on, I'm in a gentle place full of support. Despite being bonkers, my mother hears the bad news, is devastated, then up she gets and scours the internet for ways to fight the adversary. Whatever her issues, she's a battler. The day before yesterday it was rubbish about Frank Suarez, yesterday it was actually useful info about oleocanthal/albuchere olive oil; there seems to be some evidence that this really does have anti-cancer effects, and I'll satisfy her by buying some. This is no hardship, I can drink olive oil til it comes out of my ears.
I had muddled eerie dreams last night, but there was an almost wakeful moment when I saw my father shaving his beard off, as if for a special occasion. That won't be for me, there's only one person whose presence I can imagine him shaving for. That's a nasty old fear, and I've no room to accomodate it right now. It can get back in the queue and wait its turn like all the others.
Thank you for your wisdom and love,
mallorys_camera, I will keep this with me.I've had gifts and kindness, offers of time, thought, flowers, good luck charms and daleks. The gift I wear every day is this one:
Not to jinx anything but yes, OK, youbetcha. And thank you.
And if I can't do much yet, if I must sit still and wonder wth happened, if I tire for no reason and find my concentration whacked, I'll pay attention to the wisdom above. A river changed course. Some recalibration will be needed.
Sombre news about another's illness came yesterday. Their story isn't mine to tell, so best I keep quiet; I can only wish the best and be around if needed. What a harsh time this is!
It reminded me that considering what is going on, I'm in a gentle place full of support. Despite being bonkers, my mother hears the bad news, is devastated, then up she gets and scours the internet for ways to fight the adversary. Whatever her issues, she's a battler. The day before yesterday it was rubbish about Frank Suarez, yesterday it was actually useful info about oleocanthal/albuchere olive oil; there seems to be some evidence that this really does have anti-cancer effects, and I'll satisfy her by buying some. This is no hardship, I can drink olive oil til it comes out of my ears.
I had muddled eerie dreams last night, but there was an almost wakeful moment when I saw my father shaving his beard off, as if for a special occasion. That won't be for me, there's only one person whose presence I can imagine him shaving for. That's a nasty old fear, and I've no room to accomodate it right now. It can get back in the queue and wait its turn like all the others.
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Date: 2023-08-30 01:13 pm (UTC)