The text just came through to “Fab Fam” from my daughter-in-law.
Great news! The MRI came back. The bone is infected, but there is no abscess. We’re going home with several follow ups scheduled for blood draws to track. Yay!
Well, an infected bone may not be the greatest news, but that there is no abscess which would have required minor surgery to drain is super-good news. And he’ll be home, despite his joyful time at the hospital.
I can’t believe the relief. Again, thank you for all the prayers, lit candles, and support.I felt it, and I know he did too. We all did! Support! Connection! Love!Gratitude! Deep thanks in all ways!!
I’ve been posting about my six-year-old grandson and his time in the Stanford Pediatric hospital.
Today, I learned he would have an MRI. I’ve never had one but I’ve heard about the pounding and the claustrophobia. Yikes! Worry set in stronger than before.
So, how did he do? Well, he feels he’s too old for naps so even with all that’s been going on since Friday, he is clear. No naps. I’m too old for naps.
It’s been painful for him to lie down flat, but somehow when he lay down for the MRI, he fell asleep and slept through the whole thing, and there you have it. Once again, an example of how we meet what comes. No one told him it would be scary. He met it fresh, well, actually asleep, but what’s fresher than that. His adventure continues. He’s currently writing and illustrating a “graphic novel”. I’m curious to see the result after all of this.
If I ever have an MRI, I’ll say to myself, “Great, I’m in need of a nap.”
Thank you all for all the prayers, concern, and care coming his and our way. I’m so grateful!! I’m swimming in tears. Monday I read him Alice in Wonderful. I never really related to the book, but now I “get” it. I’m big. I’m small, and I’m swimming in tears. And perhaps, the whole thing is a dream!!
What’s more dreamlike than Rodeo Beach in the fog and mist?
Great news on my grandson. The antibiotics are working. His mother writes “He loves hotels. This is like a hotel plus movies and he’s the center of attention.”
Now, we just need to keep him entertained. I’m going down with “The Complete First Series The Prophecies Begin: Warriors”. He has a window seat in his hospital room with a view. He’ll be there tonight and maybe another night depending how quickly the infection is wiped out.
Modern medicine. Wow! We live in the best of times when it comes to medical care. Now it needs to be health care for all, not just for those who can afford it. I’m waving a flag of gratitude.
A month ago I bought my grandson a book called That’s Good! That’s Bad by Margaret Cuyler and David Catrow. It’s essentially the “Is That So?” story about the back and forth that happens in our world, and how we meet it. It’s about perception.
Today we got a call from the physicians that our grandson needed to return to the hospital. Obviously we united in what I might call “false cheer”. “Oh, the tales that you’ll tell when you go back to school” etc. Meanwhile I drove home in tears.
But then we FaceTimed with him. He was still in the ER as they waited for a room to open up for him. He was hooked up to an IV and excited about all the machines. He bounced up and down to show us how the machine showed his heart rate increasing and decreasing. With sign language, he signed the whole alphabet for us, and showed us a drawing he did, and explained the complexity. He shared how excited he is because he gets to go in an ambulance from one part of the hospital to another, and he gets to have an “overnight”.
Talk about a lesson in perception. I’ve spent the night in the hospital three times, twice for the birth of my children, and once for a lumpectomy. I never greeted it as an “overnight”. I’ve never been in an ambulance but I doubt I would have seen it as an adventure. These last days dealing with the fear and sadness in the ups and downs of this with my grandson have been a huge lesson for me in how I might meet life now. For one thing, all that matters is family, friends, connection, and perception. Everything is so precious, every moment, exchange, breath.I’m precious too. Can I let myself feel that?
I still read the political news which is staggering, and yet surrounding that is the Love we share, the Love that is tangible and matters, and will carry us. I don’t post photos of my grandchild but I have one here of him strapped in ready to go to the ambulance. He has a huge grin on his face as he holds a small carton of milk. He’s wearing his Valkyries hat, and his Grinch pajamas because he loves Christmas so much he wears Christmas pajamas all year. He’s my example of resilience, and how we meet what comes. Life is an adventure. Children show us the way. They give us Joy.
Living in the mist that unites tears and laughter in Receptivity, Resilience and Joy!
We were all set to go to my six year old grandson’s baseball game when I learned he was sick with a fever. Okay, but then, other things were happening and his dad took him to the ER. They responded immediately and an x-ray showed an infection in the soft tissue. He’s home now resting with a prescription of antibiotics. We’re hoping they’ll work or it’s back to the ER.
I sit now with the shift from excitement to worry and concern. Understatement. I lit a rose-pink heart candle and visualized my heart as a lotus rising from the mud, opening in unknowing, needing to trust.
Iris named for the Greek Goddess Iris who personified the rainbow and acted as the messenger between heaven and earth.
In Erling Kagge’s book, Silence: In the Age of Noise, he writes of “how it feels good to share a joy”. He also writes of how words can interfere.
From the book:
Early one morning the war hero Claus Helberg, who later became a respected guide in Norway’s mountain region, led a group out from Finsehytta, a Norwegian mountain cabin.
“The summer light was returning, winter had released its hold, and new colours were emerging everywhere. The conditions were fantastic, and instead of commenting on it he began the hike by handing out slips of paper to each of the participants on which was written: “Yes, it is totally amazing.”
When the pandemic began we rarely drove and didn’t drive one of our cars which sat outside. The battery died. When we opened the hood to put in a new battery, we discovered this beautiful nest.
I’m re-reading Erling Kagge’s wonderful book Silence: In the Age of Noise. I know stones. As a leader and student of Sensory Awareness, I know how holding a stone or placing in on our body, or passing it to a friend and receiving a stone in return can wake us up. I feel each stone as individual and unique as each of us.
I resonate to these words of Erling Kagge:
Americans have built a base even at the South Pole. Scientists and maintenance workers reside there for several months at a time, isolated from the outside world. One year there were ninety-nine residents who celebrated Christmas together at the base. Someone had smuggled in ninety-nine stones and handed out one apiece as Christmas gifts, keeping one for themselves. Nobody had seen stones for months. Some people hadn’t seen stones for over a year. Nothing but ice, snow, and man-made objects. Everyone sat gazing at and feeling their stone. Holding in their hands, feeling its weight, without uttering a word.
Holding a StoneStones rest in a bowl shaded by Azalea and Pine
I’m struggling with the political news in this country, and yet, yesterday as I sat on my deck and savored my first sip of a fresh cup of coffee, I felt complete happiness and remembered the words of the Dalai Lama who when asked about the happiest or best moment of his life, responded “this moment.”
When Tara Brach asked the Dalai Lama his happiest moment, he replied, “this moment is happiness”. She shares this: On a visit to D.C., the Dalai Lama was asked by a reporter to share about the happiest moment in his life. He paused and then gave a very mischievous look. His response: ‘I think now!'”
This morning as I read the news, I’m carried on the musical composition of three different garbage trucks coming through picking up debris from three different bins: garbage, recycling, and compost. We are a community. This moment, now!
This Moment, Now!Gong – vibration spreading like wings!Flourish and Flow
On Friday I was at Cornerstone gardens in Sonoma and Saturday at the Las Gallinas Reclamation ponds in San Rafael. I offer a taste through photos.
Dipping into and expanding with RosesLaced HeartsAgave FlowerBall of RocksMetal Goddess in the GardenReflecting PondThank you Hispanic workers for our foodWider View of the GardensMr. and Mrs. Duck in the marsh pondSwan Landing Swan in a gentle float
The crescent moon was bright in the sky this morning. Squirrels are running up and down the trunk of the redwood tree and bouncing on the branches. Birds are singing. A crow plays the windchime. I sit enchanted. I’m with the words of Thich Nhat Hanh:
“Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis on which the world revolves.”
And so it is – our reverence and appreciation opening and turning like keys.
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