Unusual Day

After playing phone tag for several days with a specialist I’m finally able to see (I say finally because I do not have medical insurance which made seeing this kind of specialist difficult), I was finally connected to his nurse. She used the word “unusual” when quoting the  dr. in reference to a test and it’s results, I had in the hospital, 10 days previous.  Unusual, eh? Hmm. I think I like that word better than another word he could have used.  I guess he could have said, positive, or concerning, or deadly, haha. I don’t know. What is the word that most drs. use when the results are not so great?

The word unusual was warm and fuzzy compared to the next few words the nurse spewed out of her cute little lips. They were words that I had NEVER googled in my life while researching my symptoms the past year.  I’d never googled that kind of specialist to which I was referred and I’d never googled or even had any knowledge of the next test she talked about.

So I hung up a little in shock, made some important calls with a dry cotton mouth, while at the shop and of course the minute the phone would return those calls, the empty shop would fill to the brim with shoppers. So I just told myself to wait. Wait. Wait. One of those shoppers was an eccentric man and his wife. I knew him from my social work career. He was what I would call a spiritual Sage with many professions. He has 9 children and when he walked in the store, like before, he announces, I have 9 children and I want to buy my wife a shirt to match this skirt. I think, oh crap, I don’t need this.  He is a Sage and has many helping professions, surely he can pick out a solid colored shirt. The conversation with my nurse was still reeling in my head. I was feeling much anxiety. But this man and his stories and wisdom calmed me while his wife was in the back trying things on. It was good he was there.

So the rest of the day brought in more neat people to take my mind of my morning conversation with the nurse. A couple from Minnesota came in and we shared stories of the North Woods and the Twin Cities. I laughed and had fun and I forgot the earlier morning for a few minutes.  I was so grateful these people came in. It’s like they were lined up outside with a purpose. Make her forget, make her happy until she can get home.

And then the time came to go home to google the medical words I had never googled in my life. I pull up in my drive at home and a woman about my age, clearly a tourist came right up to me as I was getting out of my car. I think,,,oh my, I don’t wish to talk, I must go upstairs to my little cave and computer. I need some alone time. But it was not to be for the next 15 minutes. She requested a ride up the hill 3 blocks to her car near the train. She was afraid she might pass out due to the elevation. She was also from Minnesota. So I said, sure, get in and we headed a few feet up the hill towards her parking lot, when a trailer jack-knifed in front of us. I was trapped in the railway and incline traffic just a few feet from my solace, my little home, my computer. She apologized and I told her not to worry I was just going to get on my computer and look up some words related to an illness for which I had just started taking tests. She turned to me and said she was a breast cancer survivor of 4 years and then she started telling me everything I needed to do to stay calm through whatever my illness is and know that there are people out there that will carry me through this. My eyes started to water.  I asked her her name because I was sort of getting a feeling that all these people walking into my life during the course of the day were sent to me. Sort of like angels. She told me her name. It was the name of a dearly beloved relative that had passed many years ago and then I knew this was not a coincidental moment.  She also said, I’m a prayer warrior, Nancy. I’m so glad we met and she hopped out of her car while we were forced to back the car away from her destination and I told her to have a wonderful year, thinking of how important the 5th year of being in recovery of cancer would be for her and I continued to back up to finally return to my home. After that final unusual visit with someone I knew was sent to me that day, it just didn’t seem as important to be alone in my little home with my computer in which to google unusual medical words.

God Moments

 

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Morning Serenity at the Foot of the Peak

I woke up to the smell of smoke coming through my bedroom window at about 4 a..m.; guess the wind shifted because Manitou has fortunately not had much smoke for the past couple days. I heard the first birds in the forest behind my place at 4:43 a.m. Their little chirps are the sound of hope. Manitou is still a little bit of a ghost town up where I live, for Pikes Peak is closed, including the Cog to the top. I think the Incline is too as well as Garden of The Gods. Maybe the Pea and I will take an early morning walk and enjoy the serenity.

Are You Relaxed Yet? Are You Relaxed Yet?

Goofy R’ Us on this Saturday afternoon in the mountains. It’s rare that my buddy, Marian, who I have known for 15 years,  is available for relaxation and goofiness.  She has one of the most stressful and demanding jobs in the region and usually I have to use my special persuasive  powers which sometimes include kidnapping, to get her away from the office or her several phones and pager.  She and I drove up the pass on some errands I had to run. We tasted some wines at Wines of Colorado and enjoyed a great meal on the deck. I eyed a big-ass trout in the creek below us and shrieked with excitementShe jumped straight up in her chair. I knew then that I had a job ahead of me. Get Marian to relax.  I questioned her often; are you relaxed yet? Are you relaxed yet? She finally laughed her deep laugh, declaring that yes, indeed she was relaxed.  And as you can see by the goofy look in her eyes,,,,she was able to embrace the scenery and the food and the wine tastings and the cool breeze coming down from the top of the mountain.  I pride myself in taking on the job of teaching people to relax. I myself was forced to take life at a slower pace so I feel everyone else should give it a try too. After-all, I worry about this dear, dear friend who puts others first in most cases and herself, last. 

Note: I had to get permission to publicize this picture. We laughed so hard while I held the camera on us for several shots that the soup I ordered almost made it into this portrait via my nostril. Other more serious pictures made it to the editing floor. But this shot of my buddy, Marian, is priceless. 

Marian and Nancy

  

Early December Morning….Light Snow Descending

Good thing, Peanut and I got up early this December Saturday morning. The heater in the bathroom flipped the electrical switch to my refrigerator.  I went out on the dark deck in the forest to flip it back on. While standing at the metal box with my new little LED flashlight, lace like, light flakes of snow fell on my white cotton sleep blouse.  The creek below, said good morning with it’s consistent, gurgling, roar  and the Christmas lights on the neighbors deck reflected through the frozen mist. Pretty cool in more than one way.

I would probably be back in bed if it were not for Facebook.  Gosh, how that phenomena of a social website can pull one in! But the coffee tastes good, Peanut had an early breakfast and is snoozing at the foot of my bed under the comforter in a little cozy lump and life is starting to wake up this early Saturday morning in this village.

Whoops, the coffee maker was effected by the electrical spoof but now it’s been warmed up.  My little Christmas tree is lit in the morning darkness, my new blue spruce candle wax is melting on the wood burning stove in a piece of pottery and the scent is Christmasy and earthy.  Time to put another log in the stove and I may just go back and join Peanut under the warmth of the comforter. Maybe read the rest of yesterday’s Denver Post.

However, talking about morning life, I have a new grandchild and her mother, my beautiful daughter,  is probably up early too in her far away village, looking in to her big beautiful new life eyes (She says she can’t keep her eyes off her, she is so awesome) and warming each other this early December morning, with love.

For ALL of this on this December morning, I am grateful.

 

Sunday Morning at the European Cafe

Only in Manitou Springs does one walk out of the restaurant in which they had breakfast and have the Search and Rescue SUV pull up in front of you and deliver an injured man to his car. There’s a race going on up the mountain and it looks like he took a big fall, but was able to walk. Supposed to be 93 today in Manitou Springs. That’s damn hot as Oklahomans would say.

Manitou Springs, Colorado