Things happen in threes, don’t they?
They often do in my life, and my life script is, without notice, dropped into the draft folder for a rewrite. Many times this has been a good thing.
Like many of you, I have aging parents. With that comes many blessings and challenges, from the pleasant to the downright ugly. This month was no exception and it has been emotionally challenging to witness someone we love in physical pain due to a fractured hip. To shorten a long story, I am pleased to report that Mum is well on her way to recovery. Did I say I come from a linage of strong, resilient women? Well, I do.
A while back, some bright spark once regurgitated that we humans are never given any more challenges than we can endure. Some days I say bollocks, and on others, I agree. I’m not sure why life “events” occur all in a row and are not spaced out so we can catch our breath. Why some of us folk, more than others, are pushed to what seems the cliff edge of our sanity? A slight exaggeration, and I do loathe heights. Well, for whatever reason, I begged on a few occasions for life to please slow down so I can catch my breath. By the third week, my wish was granted; life became less hectic and much slower to Level 4 slowness. Teddy bears in windows rule as Covid is back in Aotearoa.
Never distracted by comparison always captivated by purpose
Then we had a phone call from the Auckland Transplant Team, and the waiting is finally coming to an end. Covid or no Covid, the Squire received the excellent news that we need to be in Auckland on the 1st September with his Stem Cell Transplant process to start on the 2nd September. More on the Squire’s progress in my monthly updates.
At the moment, we are occupying our minds with everything other than what will happen in September. Best that way, as it keeps anxiety and catastrophic thoughts at bay. We will be heading to Auckland knowing that the Squire will be in expert hands, with support from family and friends to keep us strong and fighting fit, we should be good to go. Best of all, we have each other.
A Plant and a Party Dress
When realising we needed to stay in Auckland for approximately three months, I panicked. Not for the obvious reasons. It was the thought of leaving behind my cherished pot plants. A mad, irrational moment had me packing them all into the car, the whole 16 of them, with disregard to clothing and other odds, sods and husband. Interrupting my crazily busy thoughts was, of course, the common sense rational male of the house who gently informed me, “We can’t possibly take them. How about asking someone to water them while we’re away?”. Of course, I had thought of that, just not in that precise segment of time. There you have it; all solved and panic over with our lovely neighbour Pam coming to our rescue. My equilibrium was restored for a while. Until that moment, I pondered on whether to write out a list of each plants requirements. Okay, what can I say? Absurdity ruled that day.
The following day, I had a wee chat with those green-leafed mates of mine and reassured them that they would be left in competent hands, green-fingered just like their human mate. I was thinking about how my love of all things green came about. I usually lived week to week in my twenties and was never without a plant or two and a party dress. Well, that love of plants kept blossoming over the years, and the party dresses did not. Maybe I need to balance my love of nature with a new party dress.
We shall wait and see.