A year ago my covid test was positive. As I looked at the test result apprehensively, I didn’t anticipate the long journey ahead. Looking back I find it hard to grasp that I almost died and half of our family got covid. I was in a fragile physical condition when my husband died. Grieving was postponed by recovery efforts to breath and build my strength to ambulate. Five months later I returned home and to a multitude of adjustments, emotionally and physically.
So where am I today, a year later? I’m still dependent on 2-4 liters of oxygen depending on my level of activity. My much needed knee surgeries are permanently off the table because of damaged lungs. So I’m still adjusting To things I cannot manage without help. To figuring out how to do things in a different way. Or adjusting to the loss of things I probably won’t be able to do again.
Like walking on the beach. Not a wheelchair friendly place Or immersing myself under the cool refreshing water or jumping a wave. Not quite compatible with a nose cannula and oxygen tubing. As a former Florida girl and beach lover, how do I reconcile this personal loss in my life?
Refocus on what I can do Not what I cannot do Not always easy but doable It’s a choice. And remember.
Every day I go to the beach in my memories How? The master bathroom is decorated in a beach theme I hung a grouping of six favorite beach pics out of large collection of beach shots. Long gazes of my photography reminds me of cherished times and it soothes my soul. Memories Let the memories live again and a new day will begin.
#tobecontinued
#wellwithmysoul
#alwaystrusting
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