“I just want to rest!” I commented to my friend Sunday morning. My mind, body and soul were aching to rest. Regrettably, it was not to be last weekend. I honored the Sabbath by attending church, but it was a whirlwind to get there, a rush the rest of the day until finally a collapse into bed …
Lovingly waiting for slowly sputtered syllables, patiently assisting simple tasks, repeating and redirecting fill each day. It all begins anew in the morning if it hasn’t continued all night. This is not a snippet of life with a young child; it is one of caring for a person with dementia. June is Alzheimer’s and Brain …
“I can run to the end of the road,” I think, challenging myself. But each stride delivers a nagging throb in my calf screaming “stop!” “I can’t; need to keep going; push on”, I convince myself. Throughout the day, its aching presence reminds why I don’t like to run, but also how I push too …
“Slip, slidin’ away”…the lyrics to the ‘70’s song by Paul Simon echoed in my head. I’m dating myself, but the words succinctly described my thoughts after an emotional roller coaster last week. Sliding towards excuses rather than choices, I could feel wellness strides previously gained were slip, slidin’ away. So I decided to choose and …
Looking up at the startled women around me, “I’m good” is cheerfully uttered while quickly stumbling to my feet. During a warm-up jumping jack, I’ve dropped to the ground for no apparent reason. My knee hurts but I push on, realizing weeks later I’ve torn my ACL. Life just became more complicated. Flash forward six months …