--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…
