a statement of confidence.

Gratitude. 

not the bathroom window, but thank you Pinterest, a very lovely pic !

I’m starting today with deep gratitude for the new view I have when brushing my teeth.  

Gorgeous wisteria hangs abundantly from the long  covered walkway, just a few feet away from the wash basin.
As the crow flies, only a mile or so away, young mountains tower behind exotic plants.
This spring garden is growing lush again with love and attention. 
Everything is in a process of change.  

Wobbly legs have brought me to my toothbrush. I'm still waiting for the hip operation.  Hot lemon and honey  are waiting in the new kitchen.  I’ve moved house.  Well, moved next door ! Today is like… another new beginning.

There’s  still a strong glow in my heart from the kindness of strangers and nurses and friends yesterday. There’s also a huge awareness of the refuges waking up to …???  And a remembering it will soon be the second anniversary of the kidnapping of the Nigerian schoolgirls,  April 14^th to be exact. This too is Life.

That last half hour in bed, allowing thoughts  to visit and wander- the intriguing, the challenging, the beautiful, the sad, the funny, the miraculous.  Out of that mix, comes the energy for today.

I’m so grateful for the kisses and smiles and expert attention the nurses gave me yesterday when I arrived  at Motril hospital for the 2 month check for the tiny troublesome implant. 

‘Hmmm,’ said Reyes slowly.  She’s the head nurse.  She looked serious.  She wore a diamond flower in her  thick black curly hair.  She takes great care of her beautiful hair.
 ‘Ask your doc next time if they can take it out.’

She referring to the little  metal device the surgeon hid in my chest, to allow the chemo to enter painlessly.  

It’s supposed to remain in the body for  5 years.

Take it out?  Yes please.

Now there's a statement of confidence I am truly delighted  to hear.  She  does not expect to see me back in her ward, hooked up to bags of chemicals every two weeks, ever again.