The Stillroom

We are all healing from something. Be it healing the mind, body or soul.

This week I lost a few people that meant something to me. The odd thing about these losses is that I never met any of them. The first was a distant family member that passed at a relatively young age doing what he loved most. He passed surrounded by God’s green earth, a stream and nature and his fishing pole in the water. He loved to fish and that is where he ascended. I never met him but I know his mom and late dad and I remember his wife from when we were teenagers “from home” . Good people.

One of those people, and don’t judge me, was Jerry Springer. Never met him. But he died from what I have. I admit I would catch his crazy show once in a blue moon and I was more fascinated than anything. RIP Jerry. They say you changed tv.

The other person is someone that also has what I have. I heard she was in hospice as of last evening. I never met her but was put in contact with her for support when I found out my situation. We exchanged a few emails and I instantly liked her. She is a bit older than me and from what I know, she is creative, smart and was able to hold interesting conversations that held the attention of her younger caretakers. She left an impact on them. That’s kind of a rare thing, I think. She was in a retirement home.

I’m waiting for an update on her so I don’t want to refer to her in the past tense.

So, my mind is healing from the news of the past few days. I had to skip chemo last week so hopefully the spacing out every three weeks instead of two doesn’t screw up my temporary recovery.

I’m going to continue to heal thyself where I can.