“Home, the spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest."
I've not much time to write, but wanted to let you know that on day 21, I received my walking papers, and I am home-sweet-home.
Actually, I am staying at my best friend Jenna's house for a while, but for all intents and purposes she is family and so I am blessed with more than one home, hers and my own, and for now, I am staying at her version of my home.
We have big plans this evening, I'll see my children, have dinner with my brother and his wife and my wonderful nephew Adin.
My sister-in-law, infact, is pregnant again - so the miracle of life is the focus of the day.
And, in between getting caught up with ZNE and ConvenZioNE details, I am creating art and writing. Can you/ would you/ could you believe that I had forgotten how much joy the act of getting down on my hands and knees over a large blank canvas or piece of paper can bring?
It is as if I am genuflecting over my creations, pouring out my heart and soul, and healing all the while.
Thank you to Roni who brought me a lovely bevy of art supplies at the hospital and my favorite ever retro oilcloth purse bag, as a gift. And also for her of a lovely scrapbook photo album.
Roni, the patients and staff on my ward filled up every page of that book with notes of will wishes and silliness and love, all for me. Last night I lay in bed, a real bed in a real home, and read through the scrap book, and wept, with joy.
Barbe, thank you for your kind and thoughtful phone call. The person we assumed we may have known in common was indeed that same person. If my marriage ever fails and his relationship goes awry, please let me know so that I can attempt to convince him to break every protocol of conflict-of-interest that exists. On a more serious note- know that your friend is extraordinary at what he does. He has a gift for treating people like human beings above and beyond illnessses and diagnoses and even while working in a hospital, he was one of the sharpest dressed people there. And you can tell him I said so, anytime. : D
And-to-my-dear-wonderful-we-will-be-friends for life Jon, and Taylor. You will hear from me soon, perhaps before you even read these words. Keep yourselfs safe and hold out for healthy. Happiness is never that far behind. And Jon - beware of wheat in hidden places! : D I was going through the cubboards last night and realized the only thing safe for you to eat would be a can of lima beans we've had since 1994. Bet you can't wait to come for dinner!
And to Marc, for whom I have literally no words, because I love you just absolutely does not cut it when it comes to the depth of gratitute and affection that I have for you.
Again, to every single one of you, those who have visited, called, written, or just read these words every now and again - thank you! You are the angels who sit bedside and outside my windows, keeping my soul safe and sound.
And for today we will leave it at that. I am safe and sound, resting up, getting caught up, and all will hear more from me, very soon.
May you all have a dear, sweet and blessed weekend.
xo - Chel