The last day of the year. I keep thinking about it, and I am dead sure that I could not have ever guessed what my life would be like this past year, and I don't even think I could have made it up if I tried.
The terms.....Chiari, basilar invagination, cervical fusion.......they swirl around in my head sometimes.
Still hard to believe.
The good news is that I made it through all of it. You know because you were right here with me. And believe me, I felt that. It was good, knowing that this whole host of friends had your back. You worried, and you prayed, and you sent me good energy.
That's unbelievable to me, that you did that. But I know you did.
And the people who took care of me in person, those dear friends, my family............well, I can't begin to tell you how lucky I am. I often think about how everyone put themselves out for me, to be there for me, to do the things I could not do, to buoy me up and keep me safe, to give of themselves freely because I needed it.
And the good news, I am better. I am 16 weeks post op, and guess what...... I am not going to count those weeks anymore.
Tomorrow is 2013, and a brand new start. With my brand new, redesigned HEAD, and my wonderful new PERSPECTIVE.
What matters, what counts, what is genuine.
Good soup. Good wine. Good friends.
Simple everyday things.
Being here, in the moment, now. I think I could have read Eckhart Tolle a dozen times, and not have the understanding that I got from my personal experience with my own life this year.
Maybe my old brain wasn't capable.
My new brain is, though.
Listening. Breathing. Being quiet in my heart.
Say goodbye. 2012 is soon but a memory. And that's fine with me.