Be at peace. Do not fear the changes of life, rather look to them with full hope as they arise. God, whose very own you are, will deliver you from out of them. He has kept you hitherto, and He will lead you safely through all things; and when you cannot stand it, God will bury you in His arms. Do not be afraid of what may happen tomorrow; the same everlasting Father who cares for you today will take care of you then and every day. He will either shield you from suffering, or will give you unfailing strength to bear it. Be at Peace and put aside all anxious thought and imaginations.
--St. Francis de Sales
The friend who gave this to me—about a month ago—was the surgeon who did my colonoscopy. It was at the end of our consultation. I hadn’t seen him in a couple of years. We spent a little time catching up. I told him about My Sweet Hubby’s (MSH) recent heart attack. I told him about Little Leighton’s (LL) diagnosis of Celiac disease last summer. He knew I was anxious about this scope—because I’ve had breast cancer and I just couldn’t take any cancer fears coming out of this test. He reached over to a small basket on a desk in the exam room, took out a laminated copy of this message, handed it to me, smiling, and said: “Everything is going to be fine.”
Yes. Yes, I cried at his kind encouragement. When I got to my car and read it, I cried some more. I thought of all the people he handed this comforting advice to and I realized some of them would have received (or will, in the future) frightening results from their colonoscopy. Yet at that moment, as I felt sad for those people, I felt welcome calm.
My scope went perfectly. Other than the 48-hour “cleanse” process (which, actually, wasn’t as horrible as the procedure I’d used thirteen years ago for my first colonoscopy), the experience could not have been easier. Lovely, professional, sympathetic nurses and a hospital staff that was friendly and helpful took care of me. I remembered nothing—NOTHING—when I came to. My Darling Doctor said everything was a-okay! I had no repercussions from the anesthetic (Not gonna lie: I always wish I could have a teensy-tiny bit of that anesthetic to take home with me. Wink. Wink.). I had no pain. Got home. Got in my jammies. Pretended, for the rest of the day and night, that I needed to “recover.” MSH humoured me, as he so often does. My Man=A Keeper.
Since that consultation, I’ve been looking at the above message almost daily. Turning to it for comfort. And hope. This week is going to be challenging—on many, many levels. TLC and her Gang will be moving to a new home by the end of the weekend. (MSH and I will be taking care of LL—we can’t wait!) MSH and I have some problems I haven’t shared with y’all yet that continue to cause us a lot of stress. Not health, thank You Lord God Almighty! At some point down the road, I may be able to talk about them. For now, all we can do is continue to pray for patience, wisdom and justice. (Very intriguing…right? Trust me when I say it’s not been fun. We want the problems to disappear. Yesterday would be preferable.)
The Leighton Gals wish each of you a MARVELOUS week! We hope it’s filled with love, laughter, success, some silliness and, most of all…PEACE. Sweet, precious peace.
smooches and hugs, Dearest Friends…