This evening's beach stroll - thanks to Sue, Linda and Geoff - was some important time and exactly the right space to ponder a word drawn from pre surgery discussions, four syllables that encompass many fears.
In its context, but not a direct quote "... surgery in the region so close to the carotid artery can, of course, have implications ..."
Perhaps two seconds after scratching these fears in the sand, a particularly gentle Western Port wiped clean the canvas with an almost slow motion, reassuring hug of sorts. If not entirely ameliorating those fears, the bay left its ebullience, its effervescence to muse upon instead.
(... perhaps the best illustration of why I need my seaside shuffles right now.)
Just two more sleeps to surgery time - fears of implications notwithstanding - I'm ready to meet change.
"The pessimist complains about the wind;
the optimist expects it to change;
the realist adjusts the sails"
- William Arthur Ward
Jim... stating the obvious when I say you've got a bunch of peeps in your corner who are going to walk beside you on this journey. None of us can walk in your shoes but we will be beside you watching, supporting, encouraging, loving and learning from you. Oh, and well be better in our own lives for the chance to do so. Lean on us and trust that we're here for the duration, just as you have been and will continue to be for the rest of us.
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