Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass…it's about learning how to dance in the rain. I don't know who said that but I love it. I guess I've been waiting for the storms to pass when I should have been learning to dance.
It seems that for the past few months my husband and I have run the gamut of troubles. We both needed ambulance rides which weren't exactly something we had anticipated but then I guess no one looks forward to a crew of EMTs and flashing red lights.
In March it looked like I was having a heart attack. Me? How ridiculous. I'm strong, healthy and busy. But there I was tooling along the roadway to the ER hooked up to things and stuff and the lights were flashing. Well, it wasn't a heart attack but something called an atria-fibrillation. After four days my heart was stabilized and I was sent home. But, what happened to my pep? Surely those wonderful hospital people forget to reinsert the pep-quotient. I dragged and dragged, complained about being tired all the time and then, low and behold a light at the end of the tunnel. Some changes in meds and I was feeling better.
Don't get too excited. At 2:00 a.m. on May 11th my husband suddenly couldn't stand or walk, even with his walker so another 911 call, another trip in the ambulance, this time I was following it with my reconstituted heart now in my mouth. Well, today I brought Lenny home -- seventeen days later. He is better and the rehab he went through and will continue to avail himself of locally, has strengthened him. This has been another of life's learning lessons. I have learned that these things happen; I have learned that friends and family are capable of enormous amounts of prayers, encouragement and love. I am grateful to an extent I didn't know was in me for these wonderful people in my life. I am humbled by the wisdom, patience and aid available through the medical facilities we visited. I learned that we are not alone and that God guides people in mysterious and magnificent ways.
I also learned that I must learn to dance. It's great to be back and I appreciate each and every one of you who takes the time to check in and see what's going on in my life. There is good news, too. I've received a signed contract on my latest novel, Forgiven. A Christian publisher in Pennsylvania has opted for this book and asked for rights of first refusal on the next! And as to the next, even with all the worry and distractions, I've begun novel number 11. It's a small start but it feels so darned good. Excuse me, I have to dance.