Friday, December 28, 2007

Love

I had the best Christmas I've had in years thanks to the hospitality of my brother-in-law's cousin and his wife, two of the most compassionate and warmhearted people I've had the pleasure of knowing.

About nine of us -- an assortment of siblings, extended family and their children, and friends -- gathered for a Christmas dinner that soothed the stomach and the soul.

I cherished the long talk I had with the host. He's an emergency medical technician who has restored life and hope to people in the most desperate of situations. And as a result of his past health issues, he has come face to face with death on three life-changing occasions. We related to each other that evening in a way that transcended words.

Life pretty much boils down to love, we concluded. Love, and compassion.

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The Oxycodone I was prescribed is working with just mixed success now, and this after less than a week. Under a new strategy, it seems I'll soon be taking OxyContin twice a day, with Percocet interspersed as needed to deal with "breakthrough pain," as the nurse calls it.

I feel myself getting weaker, but I'm trying to continue as many elements of my regular routine so as to keep my spirits up. A lot of the time, the simple task of sitting down at the computer to add to this blog seems insurmountable.
But then, I'm typing now, so ...

I'm turning in my disability paperwork today, thus making pretty much official my decision to leave work -- not that this decision is a surprise to anyone. But turning in the forms is a big psychological step.

I'm enjoying a cup of my favorite green tea as I type this. I haven't had this tea, one of my life's true simple pleasures, in a week or more.
I had forgotten just how good it is.

7 comments:

Mungo said...

Nothing like a good cup of tea.

Take care,

Mungo

YourFireAnt said...

Michael, life is good. I'm glad to read your words, and I send love.

FA

farmwife said...

Harumph. I lost my comment in cyberspace.

At any rate, I wanted to let you know that you inspired me to have my own cup of green tea this afternoon.

I also wanted to say that although I just recently found your blog, I am very much enjoying your photography and your story....it is stark and real in a way few things are anymore.

Thank you.

Michael said...

Thank you Mungo, FA, farmwife.

Suzannah B. Troy artist said...

sending love from me and the east village characters

Michael said...

Thank you.

Anonymous said...

i now love the thought of green tea and am inspired to drink more of it.

Lisa