Saturday mornings I drive to American Fork with a brother, a nephew, my mom, and each of our respective instruments for orchestra rehearsal. It's early, and there are other frustrations on occasion, but I love the time with my family, and I love having *something* that is still "me". While I've had to give up so much, I can still do this. Not without difficulty, but I can. And I'm still pretty good at it too. This week has been very difficult pain-wise. Last night I was wondering how I would manage this morning. I have to arrange certain meds / managements in order to be competent to drive, and I wasn't sure how capable I would be of that this morning. Within 15 minutes of these thoughts (around 10pm last night) everything was arranged, without me having to set anything up. My brother texted saying that something had come up and he needed to help with something else this morning. Then my nephew messages saying he had another family thing to attend. So I texted my mom to say it was just the two of us and she offered to come pick me up. I was able to do what my body needed and still be where I hoped to be. I missed the others, but today it was nothing short of a miracle the way things just fell into place. via Facebook
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