Orlando has been stormy. The weather hasn't been so bad yet, but is supposed to be more rainy with thunder and lightning. I love lightning. (I always start out writing "lightening" - when a baby drops into the pelvis.) I don't love the tornadoes that seem to be much more common than when I was a child, though. Those are very sad to see. I'd hate to experience one.
My step-mother has been up and down ill. Some days are better than others. I have worked hard helping and am glad to do it. It is truly a midwifing of the other end of the spectrum... the body fluids, the showering, the consoling, the holding, the helping to amuse in the most morose of moments... very familiar territory for me.
Without giving you all an explanation, the investigation has been dropped. Quietly, and without comment, join my jubilation.
I like my dad a lot. He has been sharing a lot of his childhood with me in Cuba. Things I never knew about him! Really cool things. Apparently, some of the cousins got a hold of old pictures and are scanning them and passing them around the email-family and asking, "who's this?" My dad laughs at some since they are from 20 years before he was born and he wonders how he is supposed to know who the heck they are. Soberly, I remarked that one day, people will pop in the archaic cd and look at pictures of me and my family and say, "Who the hell is that?" and someone else will retort, "How am I supposed to know?" Somewhere, I will be sad. We can't even write on the back of cd's and dvd's like we can pictures. How do we label them? How do you label them?
It must be hard when the mailman brings more medicine in the mail than actual mail. It must be hard with it takes a Tupperware container to hold all the meds and a written schedule to keep it all in order. It must be so hard to live with needle marks from infusions, insulin shots and port changes. It must be horrible to not be able to get a glass of water for yourself, to brush your own teeth, shower for yourself, wipe yourself, or need help rolling over in bed most of the time.
It gives me so much to think about.
I thank the Goddess for my increasing health and wellness. I give thanks for my life. I stepped out the other day and walked for 8 hours, didn't nap. Didn't sit for 2 hours somewhere. Didn't hurt for 3 days afterwards. My heart might be hurting, but my body is thriving!
Time to put my step-mom to nap.