A motivational blog to remind ourselves of our grandeur and Divinity.
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The story popped up in my mind, as I was thinking about today's post. It was the Barcelona Olympics and I was watching. I watch as much of the Olympics as I can. 2016 is an Olympic year and I can hardly wait. I cry often and fancy myself as an Olympian. That day I saw the runner pull up with a hamstring injury, I sniffled, but was more interested in who won the race. Then a man barreled his way unto the field and hugged the injured runner and aided him to the finish line; where he released him a foot or so away so the young runner could finish his race. I openly wept.
What brought the image into my mind, I do not know. I watched several versions on the YouTube, before settling on the one below. Naturally I cried. That is called poignancy. The story holds so much about the Human Spirit. but the first day and today, I saw love. A father's love for his son, a son's love for his sport, and the love showed by the audience as all recognized our common Humanity.
Respite a most wonderful word used to conjure magical places, peaceful settings and moments carrying memories to last a lifetime. I recently had a respite. I have been in hospice for about eight weeks now and while in their care, I've felt cared for and nurtured at the very least. Every staff member that interacted with me was an innate caregiver and i felt it. Thus, when I felt myself getting a little weak i could not figure out why. I said nothing to those around me. Then my nurse came for her weekly visit. She took one look at me, and you have declined, not you, you have to be around for Baseball's opening Day in the spring. Pulling up my pants which was beginning to slip, I replied without too much conviction," I'll be here in front of the television." She did not reply so i thought she'd let the matter go. She did her regular checkup, blood sugar, blood pressure, and temperature. Then she scribbled on her tablet, and all the other things she does on her...
On Friday May 27th, 2022, I went to the hospital to have an MRI done on my head, the reason for this procedure was to let my doctors and NLPs know what was happen within my scull with the errant cancer cells that had wandered into my head and was surgically removed in November of 2021. Before they put me into the machine, they had to inject me with a contrast for their own reasons. Well, the nurse in the MRI center could not get my vein to cooperate; so, I told him " I have a port". He was not trained on accessing ports, thus they had to get a certified port specialist. For over two hours they were unable to find such a person in the entire hospital. Finally, they found such a person working in the ICU and could be spared for the few minutes it takes to access my port and attach the necessary implement through which the contrast would flow into my body in order for the MRI to be properly done. When she could be spared and came to the MRI unit, she was an angel. I mean that l...
The very the beginning of this part of the odyssey happened in 2013 when I was diagnosed with colon cancer. The surgeon, Dr. Schertzerger, then removed half of my colon; said she had removed all of the cancer. After a grueling course of chemotherapy all of it was gone, that was pronounced by the medical team who cared for me and measured my "levels" month after month, these levels showed no sign of any offence, I was on my merry way free from the offence. Then the following happened. It was the usual Sunday Service at Unity North as I rose to do the Meditation when everyone in the congregation thought I was having a stroke. Anita and Sylvia rushed me to the Urgent Care afterwards; there they took one look at me and said this one belongs in emergency. There they threw up their hands and said call the neurosurgeon and book her a bed. The grand neurosurgeon, Dr. Benedict took scans, rushed me into surgery opened the right side of my scull and removed the offence. That off...
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