GONE
I'm sitting here this morning reflecting back on my week and it's quickly obvious to me that the recurring theme is gone. So much in my life is either going or has gone this week, both good and bad. Let me explain.
I watched Ted Kennedy's Memorial Service last night on CNN. I shook his hand in 1980 when he was running for President. He spoke at Dover City Hall. He came with his wife Joan and son Patrick. It was a little like watching a rock star. He was the greatest Senator in my lifetime. And now he is gone. Wouldn't it be nice if all the bullshit flying around about Health Insurance be gone and something real and affordable be put in place.
Sam left yesterday to go back to college. I really liked having him home this summer. He has been a blessing this week. He has grown into a such a nice man and I cried when he left. His room is empty of stuff he wanted and cluttered with all the crap he didn't. Oh Sam. He is gone.
Ben turned 13 on Thursday. His voice has changed. He is getting muscles and hair everywhere. He is no longer a tweener, but an actual teenager. My little boy is gone. An alien, AKA a teenager, is here instead. He sleeps all day, stays up all night playing video games and eats non stop. Food is gone.
On Monday, I had a hysterectomy. All the parts of my body that make me a woman (except the floppy, empty sacks formally known as breasts) are gone. The huge, multiple Fibroids that have bothered me for the last year are gone. At some point in time, I'm sure I will mourn, but right now I am focused on passing GAS. Thursday morning, I woke up early with one goal in mind. Today would be the day I finally farted. The gas build up in my abdomen, near my diaphragm and into my shoulders has been very painful. I went for a walk, drank warm fluids, took a Colace, ate a breakfast with lots of fiber, walked some more, participated in positive thinking and visualization, got in the proper position and finally two hours later I let go of a delicate, little toot!!!!! Sam got up shortly thereafter, walking through on the way to the kitchen, farting and scratching his belly. "Morning Mom, how ya feeling today?". Ben was next. He walked by Sam, lifted his cheek and farted in his face. He ran off, giggling to his room. I wanted to beat them both. Every day is a little better and the gas is slowly leaving my body, but my goal remains the same. Gas be gone.
A few last thoughts. Summer is almost gone. Back to school time, back to being a Soccer Mom. The chances of the Red Sox winning the AL East title are pretty much gone. I have 10 - 15 pounds left to go on my weight loss goal of 66 lbs. Fat be gone. Mom is again fighting mental illness. May her demons be gone so she can live out her life the way she wants.
Today I am going to find joy in a really good fart, a good book, cuddling with my cat, a slow walk around the neighborhood and letting go of negative things in the past. They are holding me back and interfering in my ability to find joy in my world. Going, going, ........................gone.
I watched Ted Kennedy's Memorial Service last night on CNN. I shook his hand in 1980 when he was running for President. He spoke at Dover City Hall. He came with his wife Joan and son Patrick. It was a little like watching a rock star. He was the greatest Senator in my lifetime. And now he is gone. Wouldn't it be nice if all the bullshit flying around about Health Insurance be gone and something real and affordable be put in place.
Sam left yesterday to go back to college. I really liked having him home this summer. He has been a blessing this week. He has grown into a such a nice man and I cried when he left. His room is empty of stuff he wanted and cluttered with all the crap he didn't. Oh Sam. He is gone.
Ben turned 13 on Thursday. His voice has changed. He is getting muscles and hair everywhere. He is no longer a tweener, but an actual teenager. My little boy is gone. An alien, AKA a teenager, is here instead. He sleeps all day, stays up all night playing video games and eats non stop. Food is gone.
On Monday, I had a hysterectomy. All the parts of my body that make me a woman (except the floppy, empty sacks formally known as breasts) are gone. The huge, multiple Fibroids that have bothered me for the last year are gone. At some point in time, I'm sure I will mourn, but right now I am focused on passing GAS. Thursday morning, I woke up early with one goal in mind. Today would be the day I finally farted. The gas build up in my abdomen, near my diaphragm and into my shoulders has been very painful. I went for a walk, drank warm fluids, took a Colace, ate a breakfast with lots of fiber, walked some more, participated in positive thinking and visualization, got in the proper position and finally two hours later I let go of a delicate, little toot!!!!! Sam got up shortly thereafter, walking through on the way to the kitchen, farting and scratching his belly. "Morning Mom, how ya feeling today?". Ben was next. He walked by Sam, lifted his cheek and farted in his face. He ran off, giggling to his room. I wanted to beat them both. Every day is a little better and the gas is slowly leaving my body, but my goal remains the same. Gas be gone.
A few last thoughts. Summer is almost gone. Back to school time, back to being a Soccer Mom. The chances of the Red Sox winning the AL East title are pretty much gone. I have 10 - 15 pounds left to go on my weight loss goal of 66 lbs. Fat be gone. Mom is again fighting mental illness. May her demons be gone so she can live out her life the way she wants.
Today I am going to find joy in a really good fart, a good book, cuddling with my cat, a slow walk around the neighborhood and letting go of negative things in the past. They are holding me back and interfering in my ability to find joy in my world. Going, going, ........................gone.
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