BREATHLESS...

This post is not only about bad days/good days.  It's a jumping off place for something else...breathing.  Be patient and we'll be there in a jiffy, okay?

 

Do you recall a day that might have been the worst day of your life?  For the life of me, I can't think of one that was 'the worst'...but there are a few, and one that was rather eerie...personally unforgettable. 

 

My pain tolerance is high and I don't always exhibit symptoms...which can be good or bad, depends on the situation...as in life or death. 

 

While living in Norman I had been quite tired for a few weeks but nothing significant...no symptoms.  That is until I fell into bed early one evening and later I couldn't get up.  When Michael found me lying in bed and white as a sheet he rushed me to the ER; both he and the doctor were shocked to discover I had only two pints of blood left...Dracula must have been working overtime, right?

 

Less than 24 hours later my family was called in and I was on my way 'out' of the picture...good thing I didn't know that.  Oh my!  That was some dark day!

 

Several days later, while I remained, a nurse popped in and remarked how much better I looked than when she had last seen me...happy to see that I had some rosy color.

 

I told her I didn't recall seeing her; the only thing I remembered was sitting up in bed, looking down a hallway w/big doors at the end banked by soft lights.  A person was standing at the door beckoning me to come there; I wasn't about to go and in a loud voice I said, "I am not, I am not, I am not."  The nurse smiled and said, "Honey, two of us stayed over...we were by your side and trust me, we were losing you and you never moved." 

 

Recently I've had several tests and seen a few specialists...the most recent asked me about the above mentioned experience.  He is Indian and I was surprised about his curiosity...he said he really wanted to know...I told him and he listened.  I've no idea what he thought; he asked, who knows?

 

Near death experiences are not always taken seriously but I'm convinced they do happen...and are serious.  For several years I didn't tell anyone about mine, not even Michael...some might have thought I was out of my mind...all joking aside.

 

Having been born with health issues has provided a bumpy road but my motto is, "I'm Rubbermaid...more bounce for the ounce."  A good sense of humor is handy...plus the continual urge to smile.  I have both, in abundance.

 

Until four years ago M has been healthy; we made a nice pair.  What's this?  He has this thing about forgetting to breathe and tends to get light-headed.  Forgetting to breathe is most unwise.  One might just pass out, right?

Breathing is good; honestly I don't pay it much attention...like its natural, right?  Right.

 

I really hope I don't lose you over the next few paragraphs...but here goes.

 

Last Sunday morning...during our class...I was sitting by M (of course) and had an epiphany of sorts.  I know the word but looked it up and it fits what I experienced..."a sudden insight or intuitive understanding".

 

Don't laugh here...I'm serious.  I inhaled and it was so clear, so perfect that it surprised me...to me the pure simplicity of it was stunning.

 

After worship service and we arrived home...I opened our back gate and it happened again...I inhaled and the exact earlier feeling swept over me.

 

What about since then?  Well...I've no explanation other than my inner thinking has changed and moved on to another level, a difference is there and it seems to be much healthier.  might be much healthier.  Do I make any sense?

 "It is possible to experience an awakening in this life

through realizing just how precious each moment,

each mental process, and each breath truly is."

Christy Turlington

 

From my heart...to yours,

Vasca