A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
The medicine go down-wown
The medicine go down
Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
In a most delightful way
As I reflect on the past four years, I realize that my grumbling, complaining, and feeling sorry for myself taught me something so simple:
It is easy to list some of the simple things for which I am grateful:
- God’s promises of healing
- A simple smile
- The words “I love you”
- My husband cooking, cleaning, and more
- A phone call from your son while he’s traveling on business
- A short visit from your next-door neighbor
- Bags of meals for several nights picked up by the same neighbor
- Thoughtfulness from anyone
- Numerous healthcare givers treating you well
- The first sight of spring 2019 when Bob rolled me in a wheelchair outside the rehab center to see the daffodils blooming
- The day I learned I was going home
- How good my own bed felt after three weeks in the hospital and rehab
- Enjoying the answered prayers offered by many friends and family members
Today I’m joining a talented group of writers at Five Minute Friday. This community connects each Friday in an online, unedited free-write based on a one-word prompt. My timer is set for 5 minutes. Let’s see where this week’s prompt—BACK—leads me.
Right now, in this very moment, my days are focused on the word “back.” In a variety of ways, yes. But because of one distinct meaning for this word.
First of all, I think of back, and I think of making a comeback. I really want to come back to writing more. More of anything–essays, memoir shorts, perhaps my memoir–I just want to write. And I haven’t done much of that for almost four years. Why?
When I toy with the word “back,” I also think of the last almost four years. The chronic pain in my lower back and legs kept me distracted, unable to focus, therefore unable to write. At least that’s how I’ve experienced it. It might be different for others, but then it’s my back, my pain, my experience I’m writing about now.
So, following surgery in March, I’ve been working hard to come back from that almost four years. I’m not there yet. There’s more rehab to get through, more progress to make, more fog and darkness to push through, and more prayers to pray and patience to learn.
When I’ve accomplished all this, with God’s help, I’m certain I’ll be ready for a comeback to so many things, but most of all, to the joy of writing.