Eating Crow

When I reviewed my last blog, It’s a Wrap, I had to laugh at how presumptious I can be. Who am I to try to outguess the Lords of Karma? I read into a single diagnosis that I had been told, for sure, just how this life is going to end? It may end that way. It may not.

But they do have a way of getting us to take a second look at things, don’t they? And things tend to change. For example, in order to breathe freely, I had to resort to using oxygen–some at first, and then most of the time. This month I can’t leave home without it. That brought on my first experience with severe anxiety. I have Pluto conjunct my Moon so any emotion can be severe for me.

Finally, I was compelled to get a second opinion about taking those antibiotics that the pulmonary specialist had said might slow the affects of my lung bacteria (avium mycobacteria). I do know a real doctor, one who’s in medicine to help people, Dr. Paul Lagomarsino. After David and I consulted with him at length, I decided to reconsider taking medication. He thinks it may arrest the growth of the infection. I started the first antibiotic, Zithromax, in early October.

The fact that I’m writing this is a sure indication that it’s making a difference. I am feeling a little bit better, have enough energy to do some stretching exercises when I wake up, and once again reveling in Nirvana like I used to. That’s all I had asked for—to feel a little better.

So every day is Christmas. My storybook cottage is now sunshine yellow with white trim. At the entry I have a real, live waterfall and a newly restored garden to enjoy. Mavis is eating crow, humbled, truly blessed and grateful beyond words. Thank you all for your prayers, for your love, and for holding me in Light.