Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Babe, I saw the glow of the sunset coming through the window tonight. I was able to catch this picture. It wasn't until after I took it that I realized it would be the last sunset of 2013. Our little family is safe under one roof tonight. This feels like the biggest, warmest gift that I could ask for. I look back at our year and recall so many beautiful moments, just as I look back at our life together, and my mind is flooded with so many strokes of beauty. Big or small, all of these moments have touched my heart. They literally changed my life and in some ways even my future, as I know, now, to always take the time to slow down, almost remove myself ~for one moment, and take a mental snap-shot of a precious slice of time and space. I carry these snap-shots in my heart and they have layered upon each other, cascading like a waterfall within my mind. As I collect these treasures in my heart, I see you moving in each moment. One day, even if I have nothing, I will still have this when I close my eyes. I love you with all my heart. ~Breathing
Friday, December 20, 2013
I was sitting in the car with a song on the radio. Rod Stewart's, First Cut Is The Deepest. The lyrics and guitar just sang into my heart as I drove along the highway. Empty banks of snow glowed along each side of the road and blue mountains glimmered against the sun. Passing the big rigs, I adjusted my glasses. I was in the moment and for sure, it would not be right if anyone noticed tears streaming down my face. Ahhhhh, I miss my husband so much. I really can't explain or put into words my feelings, even in that moment. I missed him doing the driving. Me, sitting in the passanger side, and always my hand on his leg, or his on mine. I know he would be wearing his blue jeans. Tiny, blonde hairs glimmering on his wrist and arms as he handles the steering wheel. I could almost see him turn to me and smile. An open mouthed smile, the kind one does when they have no self-consciousness. He had a very tiny, little over-bite. Only noticable, when he tilted his head back and smiled this way. I loved it and always wanted to grab his face and kiss it. He would be wearing his little round glasses while driving and that, too, drove me crazy. I was crazy about him.
As I drive down the road thinking of these things, I am still crazy about him. I look around. To the snow banks and rolling hills, as if I could see him or find him there. But, I can only feel him in my heart and this drives me more crazy. It feels good though. To be alone in the car and able to let my feelings out. I still wish he was sitting next to me. I listen to the words of the song....
"I would have given you all of my heart
But there's someone who’s torn it apart
And she's taken just all that I had
But if you want I'll try to love again
Baby I'll try to love again but I know
The first cut is the deepest
Baby I know the first cut is the deepest
But when it come to being lucky she's cursed
When it come to loving me she's the worst
I still want you by my side
Just to help me dry the tears that I’ve cried
And I’m sure going to give you a try
And if you want I'll try to love again
Baby I'll try to love again but I know....."
I realized what I already knew. That love is complicated. My husband felt the way of this song when he met me. His heart had been broken by his first, true love. He was grieving over the end of that relationship when he met me. He still wanted me by his side, and if I wanted, he would try to love again. We were together many years and created a life. He was my one and only. I was and am still, head over heels for him. Sometimes I wonder if, when he tried to love again, did he? But, then I see him smiling at me, in his blue-jeans......
~~First Cut Is The Deepest~~ Credits: Songwriters: GERMAIN, BRAD / KNICKLE, ADAM / TWEEDLE, RYAN / SHIELDS, SCOTT
Monday, December 9, 2013
Written by: LaVerne Wilson
One of the ways I cope with my IPF is by making fun of myself and my quirks. I posted this on my Facebook page today, and have decided to share it here. Maybe somebody will find a smile or chuckle in it...
A year ago I had a heart valve replaced.
But there was another big problem I faced,
When I got on a treadmill to take a walk
I found that didn't have enough air to talk.
We got to a doctor, his name was Chisti,
The sign on his door said “Pulmonary”.
He looked me all over to give diagnosis,
And came back with a bad word: “ Fibrosis”.
That came as a shock of course, but as I looked down
On his worksheet, my face sure showed a frown.
'Cause on that paper, a line I could see
That said my “Complaint” was – “SOB.”
Now, I don't use words like that; I surely know
That that epithet means something quite low.
I knew my mom well, and it sure doesn't fit
Her sweet personality, spirit, and wit.
Yet it stared right up at me, I couldn't deny
What it said on that paper. But why, oh why
Would that nice doctor deign to call me
That nasty ol' term of an SOB?
Now when I can't do something I used to do,
Or when I'm breathless after tying a shoe,
Or when my oxygen tube hangs up on a chair,
Or when I look at my now-thinning hair,
Or when I am finding that I must ask
For someone's help for a simple li'l task
I think I can grasp why that doc might call me
That obnoxious phrase of SOB.
But all's well that ends well, for as we thought out
What we saw that that paper was talking about.
It wasn't a cuss word but instead a contraction
of my lung's insufficient breathing reaction.
We laughed as we saw that the cause of complaint
Wasn't what we thought, for cussing it ain't.
As a symptom of lung disease we now clearly see--
“Shortness of Breath” truncates to “ S.O.B.”
**Thank You, LaVerne, for allowing me to share this wonderful tongue and cheek poem. I know when I first heard someone within the Pulmonary Fibrosis community refer to SOB, I thought they had a potty-mouth ;) Now, I know better! ~Breathing