Yesterday was the day of good news. I decided that today it would continue and that as long as every challenge is an opportunity to become stronger then there is no bad news only great lessons for which we can be thankful.
That snippet of zen wisdom comes after the less zen stress I was not able to conquer. No matter how much I tried. The hardest thing for me lately was to be utterly and completely powerless. Let me explain. My daughter had an accident which completely crushed three fingers on her dominant hand. Over the last few weeks it has been meds and surgeon visits to follow up on extensive reconstructive surgery. Amputation was always hovering like a dark cloud. The stress, fatigue and worry about how to help my teenager deal with the psychological scar an amputation would imply was tortuous. I knew I had to let go. I knew her journey was not my journey even if she is on my journey. How could I send my daughter to school one morning and she be forever changed? I could do nothing. Or it felt like nothing… I could not heal her. I was not her doctor. I cared for her. I appreciated her unwavering good spirit. I even appreciated the odd moment when she was acting her frustrating teen age.
We appear to be out of the critical moment now. I am very grateful for the wonderful and talented surgeon at CHEO, Dr. Duncan. I am very proud of my daughter’s strength.
This week we count our blessings. Marc asked me today what I wanted for Christmas. My answer was this: “nothing, I already got what I wanted.” Christmas has come early.
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