Hi all
Just wanting to make a stories to write yet list. Ask me for info, motivate me to share.
- Bouquet of flowers story with pictures
- Karen's boot and parking stories (whoops, I am supposed to use a false name for those LOL)
- Ft Lauderdale, FL airline getting home story. (the miracle stories started way before my hospital event - they have been happening for years)
- visiting Taiwan and flying home
- volunteering at emergency years ago
- relaxation group stories
- email friends resurfacing and reconnecting and connecting me with others
- on I-5 and trucker that stops to help us used to work with Ralph
- Unity Church stories
- drive back to Surrey one day, with songs on the radio
- meeting Ralph story
- meeting Rand
and many more
I now understand why I started writing this list - the Ah Ha was noticing the many stories of GOD moments over the years.. This is nothing new after all.
Take care
Love Lynn k
Jan 28/10
Thursday, January 28, 2010
KAREN'S EVERYWHERE
Which story should I write tonight!!!
Ahhh! Just went back to fill in the 'title' field. Decision made. Now where to begin and where to end, and so much inbetween - stories within the stories here.
I seem to be attracting KAREN's to my life.
My day yesterday was spent with friends, Shelina and Karen. Karen chauffered me around, picking me up at Shelina's in the West End and driving me to W. Broadway for an appointment. She then went to pick up a package for me at VGH. There was a mix up and we didn't get the package. The staff person she was dealing with was named, KAREN.
We drove back to the West End to pick Shelina up and then we all went out for dinner together before going to a movie presentation at the Unity Church, Dr Wayne Dyer in 'Shift'. I hope I get some of these stories within this story, written soon. We had lots of laughs, so much to share.
Made phone call this morning to straighten out the mix up. Karen made the pick up run again this morning - success this time - and continued on to meet up with me in Richmond for one of the monthly Wellness Clinic programs. Four of us ended up going for lunch together afterwards. One of the lady's is a regular client at some of the Wellness Clinic programs and her name is - you guessed it - KAREN. So there we sat at the restaurant, Karen sitting next to KAREN, across the table from Dorothy and me.
And when I was at VGH, a lady from Spiritual Services came to chat with me. While she was there, chauffer Karen arrived to visit. Then Mary K. arrived to visit. The 4 of us enjoyed a wonderful conversation and then the Spiritual Services chaplain left. You guessed it, her name is Caryn. Again, 2 KAREN/CARYN's.
Karen's everywhere, it is raining KAREN'S.
Anyone reading this, with any insight about why I am being surrounded by KAREN's! LOL! Just realized that there is a hand full of Karen's on my Holistic Practitioners email list too.
Lynn k here
Jan 28. 2010
Ahhh! Just went back to fill in the 'title' field. Decision made. Now where to begin and where to end, and so much inbetween - stories within the stories here.
I seem to be attracting KAREN's to my life.
My day yesterday was spent with friends, Shelina and Karen. Karen chauffered me around, picking me up at Shelina's in the West End and driving me to W. Broadway for an appointment. She then went to pick up a package for me at VGH. There was a mix up and we didn't get the package. The staff person she was dealing with was named, KAREN.
We drove back to the West End to pick Shelina up and then we all went out for dinner together before going to a movie presentation at the Unity Church, Dr Wayne Dyer in 'Shift'. I hope I get some of these stories within this story, written soon. We had lots of laughs, so much to share.
Made phone call this morning to straighten out the mix up. Karen made the pick up run again this morning - success this time - and continued on to meet up with me in Richmond for one of the monthly Wellness Clinic programs. Four of us ended up going for lunch together afterwards. One of the lady's is a regular client at some of the Wellness Clinic programs and her name is - you guessed it - KAREN. So there we sat at the restaurant, Karen sitting next to KAREN, across the table from Dorothy and me.
And when I was at VGH, a lady from Spiritual Services came to chat with me. While she was there, chauffer Karen arrived to visit. Then Mary K. arrived to visit. The 4 of us enjoyed a wonderful conversation and then the Spiritual Services chaplain left. You guessed it, her name is Caryn. Again, 2 KAREN/CARYN's.
Karen's everywhere, it is raining KAREN'S.
Anyone reading this, with any insight about why I am being surrounded by KAREN's! LOL! Just realized that there is a hand full of Karen's on my Holistic Practitioners email list too.
Lynn k here
Jan 28. 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
TIME LINE "COINCIDENCES"
For all of you who wonder why things happen when they do. What took so long, you ask.
In 1992, I started consciously playing with "energy" by asking, as I was leaving home, for the parking angels to provide me with an easy parking space when I got to my destination. It worked. Then one day I had to drive around the blocks 3 times before my parking spot appeared. I just asked the universe, "what is that about?" When I entered the medical building I was going to, there in the elevator, was the doctor that I had wanted to run into to exchange some information. AH!!! I was too early - thank you universe.
YEAR 2009
August
Daughter, Trudy, makes it clear that we have to be home for Christmas with the Steeves family (not down south in our camper van like we usually are) Newest grandson, Nathan, is 2 years old and many more reasons to be here, so it is a no brainer easy decision to make. Departure delayed.
November
Ralph's Chairman of the Strata Council duties further delay our departure to after the monthly meeting the 2nd Tuesday in January. So we decided to go on a cruise instead then. Research started. Info gathered. Narrowing down the field. Close to making a decision. New Interline email with new deals.
Royal Caribbean Independence of the Seas - never been on this line
13 nt Trans Atlantic
Southampton, UK to Ft Lauderdale, FL - familiar with both / easy to fly to
Ports of call - 2 France, 1 Spain, 1 Portugal - all new / long time dream places to go to
Nov 23 - Dec 6 - timing fits perfectly
Arrangements made / weather perfect / spectacular ship / best cruise yet /
Europe and Florida have had snow storms since.
Flight home from Ft Lauderdale story is incredible. U.S. Air via Phoenix full of miracles.
Christmas at Trudy's is spectacular. We ring in the New Year with dinner at ABC restaurant and gambling at River Rock casino - all on Christmas present gift certificates.
Shaved my legs a week before my saga begins. (coincidence? or preparing subconsciously)
SAGA BEGINS - Lynn's story. A story of being in the NOW moment, freed of having to control or orchestrate my life or the lives of others and the many miracles that happened along the way.
Wed Jan 6/10 at 8:30p.m.
- I go to Richmond Hospital Emergency after being in pain and vomiting since afternoon. Feels like the 1977 bowel blockage episode.
[ just had the thought to go get the mail and did. There is the card that Roz had sent to VGH - just in this moment when typing these words that I had hand written while in VGH ]
- Morphine and Gravol used to get me comfortable. At some point, after vomiting again, the pain and nausea is gone. The block has unblocked itself. I felt and look much better. They keep me overnight in emergency. Ralph goes home.
Thurs. Jan 7/10
- Surgeon on call orders CT Scan, Contrast X-ray, etc. Consulted with collegue at VGH. Decision was to transfer me to VGH.
- no beds available, so I was transferred to 3 North in Richmond Hospital to wait.
- 3 N is the old Pallitive Care ward where I spent 2 years helping the hospitals Music Therapist with a weekly relaxation group. The then Comfort Room is now called Sacred Space. It has the familiar props I was familiar with and more. I could not have orchestrated a better location to be, thank you universe.
Fri. Jan 8/10
- Told Ralph to take a day off and stay home.
- Before lunch, I have a scare - pain and nausea returns. Given morphine and gravol. Ralph is called and arrives. I choose not to eat the "clear fluid" lunch or dinner. Crisis passes and from then on I am feeling fine.
Sat. Jan 9/10
- Ralph takes day off.
- Morning visit with Mary K. She leaves me resting after a Reiki session.
- Afternoon visit with Susan K and friend. They leave me resting after healing session.
- Evening visit with Brigid. She leaves me resting in Sacred Space room after TT session.
Sun. Jan 10/10
- Trudy visits, bearing gifts ( see 'Soc Story' posted here for details )
Mon. Jan 11/10
- Jean visits around lunch time. Nurse tells us I am being transferred. Jean goes and picks up Ralph so that he can ride with me in the ambulance.
- As I walk into VGH from the ambulance, I pick up a penny on the ground. mmmh!
- I am seated in a chair with a number written on a piece of scrap paper taped to the wall above me. At one point there is 3 stretchers and the ambulance attendants lined up waiting to be treauged in emergency.
- Seen by Dr. from the team, that was assigned to me who asked me questions, but no quiet place to examine me.
- patient escort takes me for x-ray / ended up walking back with escort that was bringing another patient back to emergency, saving her a trip. I got back just as another escort was looking for me to take me up to my room.
- bed in room is in the corner - the one I would pick if I had the choice.
- told TV / Phone hook up rental guy had left for the day. He appears a few minutes later. We decide to pay for 4 days to start with.
- 4 p.m. Ralph goes home. Took day off Tues. (he has the Strata Council meeting to go to)
- taken for a CT SCAN. They have trouble and give up trying to get an IV started. Had me sitting with warm blankets on my arms. Just as they were going to send me back up to my room, another person comes by and ends up successfully finding a vein. They were able to do the CT Scan. [ NOTE: - on a brand new state of the art CT Scan machine in use for the 1st time that day ] Thank you universe, now I understood why my transfer took until today.
- restless thought filled night, thought about the socks and giggling, fell back to sleep easily.
Tues. Jan 12/10
- Mary K visits (Art also at VGH having had a back surgery) Leaving me resting after Reiki.
- restless night, even thoughts of Socks fail to get me back to sleep, so I get up to write out the list of thoughts going through my mind.
- 5:00 a.m. - I have a wonderful chat with the nurse. She says she will chart my questions.
- Chaplain from Spiritual Services drops by. We have a wonderful conversation. Karen arrives and I ask her to give us 1/2 hour. She does. When she returns I introduce her to Caryn, the chaplain. (catch the coincidence of the same name?) Just then, Mary K arrived. The 4 of us have a wonderful chat. The Chaplain leaves, Karen and Mary leave me resting after visiting and doing Reiki.
[ side story here: - Karen had brought me flowers. During the Reiki session, I had the thought to ask her if she would take the flowers home and enjoy them for me. Telling me about them. She agreed. It felt like it would be a wonderful healing experience for both of us. It has proven to be just that, far beyond my wildest dreams could ever have imagined - story coming soon ]
- a Social Worker visits - she doesn't "get" me but seems to begin to understand.
- nurse tells me Dr. has scheduled Colonoscopy / Endoscopy and I drink 2 bottles of Citro Mag
Wed. Jan 13/10
- told Ralph to have another day off.
- phoned mom in Calgary and had a wonderful conversation. She wished us a Happy Anniversary - I had totally forgotten.
- I phoned Ralph back and wished him Happy Anniversary.
- Dr. that saw me at emergency dep't Monday, came in and examined me. I ask him about other issues. He sent me for an Ultra Sound on my right leg to check for blood clot. He was treating the "Whole" me. Collecting all the pieces of the puzzle before assembling the picture. I was impressed.
- Gastroenterologist comes by for info. Turns out that Dr Carr, who was doctor that I went to for scopes, was her mentor. (I knew he had retired, and she told me he had since died)
Thur. Jan 14/10
- 7 a.m., I was taken down to get Colonoscopy / Endoscopy.
- Ralph visits. 3 doctors on the team, visit us. Not sure why???
[ NOTE: - been on 'clear fluid' diet at Richmond Hospital and VGH (except NOthing Monday)
- supper tray arrives and is Regular Diet
Fri. Jan 15/10
- Dr. visits this morning. He asks if I can agree to his plan. No surgery, discharge me with tests and doctor appointments set up for me, all that can be done with me at home. I agree. He says he will be back. Even asks if I am okay with his choices of doctors.
- Karen L phones to ask if Shelina and her can come visit. I tell her about Dr. visit and she offers to drive me home. I accept, then phone back asking if she could bring me some clothes from her closet as I didn't have anything with me. She arrived with a duffle bag full of choices. We have a great visit with lots of healing.
- I had a change of mind about one of the outside doctor choices and tell the nurse / she pages Dr. but no reply. I am showing Shelina and Karen some of the pictures in the hallways, and who walks by, but the Dr. I tell him I would like to use the Richmond surgeon that had looked after me at emergency. Then just as we are passing the nurses station, I hear the nurse starting to tell the Dr. about the change / I am able to tell her I had already talked to the Dr. Talk about timing....
[ NOTE: - Rmd. Dr. was also the doctor that looked after me in 2004 re: breast cancer ]
- Lunch comes and goes, no word yet. Shelina and Karen go to get some lunch. The nurse comes in to tell me I am being discharged and goes over the paperwork. I get dressed and pack up my things. When Karen and Shelina return, I am ready and waiting.
- the entire time I have been phoning Ralph, leaving messages on answering machine. I phoned neighbours to make sure I had someplace to go (no purse, money, keys)
[ NOTE: - 4th day - no need to renew TV / Phone rental. ]
- 5 p.m. - Ralph got home 5 minutes before Karen and I did. What a beautiful sight he was when the elevator doors opened. He had been at the mechanics all day getting the van doctored. I changed and gave Karen here clothes back.
I was home, and as I had said to Karen on the drive home... It just felt like we had been out for the day. Later that night, Ralph says - "I just had a dream that you have been in the hospital."
[ I reminded Karen that she had driven me home back in 1992 - but that is another story ]
And that is how it was.
Lovingly Lynn
In 1992, I started consciously playing with "energy" by asking, as I was leaving home, for the parking angels to provide me with an easy parking space when I got to my destination. It worked. Then one day I had to drive around the blocks 3 times before my parking spot appeared. I just asked the universe, "what is that about?" When I entered the medical building I was going to, there in the elevator, was the doctor that I had wanted to run into to exchange some information. AH!!! I was too early - thank you universe.
YEAR 2009
August
Daughter, Trudy, makes it clear that we have to be home for Christmas with the Steeves family (not down south in our camper van like we usually are) Newest grandson, Nathan, is 2 years old and many more reasons to be here, so it is a no brainer easy decision to make. Departure delayed.
November
Ralph's Chairman of the Strata Council duties further delay our departure to after the monthly meeting the 2nd Tuesday in January. So we decided to go on a cruise instead then. Research started. Info gathered. Narrowing down the field. Close to making a decision. New Interline email with new deals.
Royal Caribbean Independence of the Seas - never been on this line
13 nt Trans Atlantic
Southampton, UK to Ft Lauderdale, FL - familiar with both / easy to fly to
Ports of call - 2 France, 1 Spain, 1 Portugal - all new / long time dream places to go to
Nov 23 - Dec 6 - timing fits perfectly
Arrangements made / weather perfect / spectacular ship / best cruise yet /
Europe and Florida have had snow storms since.
Flight home from Ft Lauderdale story is incredible. U.S. Air via Phoenix full of miracles.
Christmas at Trudy's is spectacular. We ring in the New Year with dinner at ABC restaurant and gambling at River Rock casino - all on Christmas present gift certificates.
Shaved my legs a week before my saga begins. (coincidence? or preparing subconsciously)
SAGA BEGINS - Lynn's story. A story of being in the NOW moment, freed of having to control or orchestrate my life or the lives of others and the many miracles that happened along the way.
Wed Jan 6/10 at 8:30p.m.
- I go to Richmond Hospital Emergency after being in pain and vomiting since afternoon. Feels like the 1977 bowel blockage episode.
[ just had the thought to go get the mail and did. There is the card that Roz had sent to VGH - just in this moment when typing these words that I had hand written while in VGH ]
- Morphine and Gravol used to get me comfortable. At some point, after vomiting again, the pain and nausea is gone. The block has unblocked itself. I felt and look much better. They keep me overnight in emergency. Ralph goes home.
Thurs. Jan 7/10
- Surgeon on call orders CT Scan, Contrast X-ray, etc. Consulted with collegue at VGH. Decision was to transfer me to VGH.
- no beds available, so I was transferred to 3 North in Richmond Hospital to wait.
- 3 N is the old Pallitive Care ward where I spent 2 years helping the hospitals Music Therapist with a weekly relaxation group. The then Comfort Room is now called Sacred Space. It has the familiar props I was familiar with and more. I could not have orchestrated a better location to be, thank you universe.
Fri. Jan 8/10
- Told Ralph to take a day off and stay home.
- Before lunch, I have a scare - pain and nausea returns. Given morphine and gravol. Ralph is called and arrives. I choose not to eat the "clear fluid" lunch or dinner. Crisis passes and from then on I am feeling fine.
Sat. Jan 9/10
- Ralph takes day off.
- Morning visit with Mary K. She leaves me resting after a Reiki session.
- Afternoon visit with Susan K and friend. They leave me resting after healing session.
- Evening visit with Brigid. She leaves me resting in Sacred Space room after TT session.
Sun. Jan 10/10
- Trudy visits, bearing gifts ( see 'Soc Story' posted here for details )
Mon. Jan 11/10
- Jean visits around lunch time. Nurse tells us I am being transferred. Jean goes and picks up Ralph so that he can ride with me in the ambulance.
- As I walk into VGH from the ambulance, I pick up a penny on the ground. mmmh!
- I am seated in a chair with a number written on a piece of scrap paper taped to the wall above me. At one point there is 3 stretchers and the ambulance attendants lined up waiting to be treauged in emergency.
- Seen by Dr. from the team, that was assigned to me who asked me questions, but no quiet place to examine me.
- patient escort takes me for x-ray / ended up walking back with escort that was bringing another patient back to emergency, saving her a trip. I got back just as another escort was looking for me to take me up to my room.
- bed in room is in the corner - the one I would pick if I had the choice.
- told TV / Phone hook up rental guy had left for the day. He appears a few minutes later. We decide to pay for 4 days to start with.
- 4 p.m. Ralph goes home. Took day off Tues. (he has the Strata Council meeting to go to)
- taken for a CT SCAN. They have trouble and give up trying to get an IV started. Had me sitting with warm blankets on my arms. Just as they were going to send me back up to my room, another person comes by and ends up successfully finding a vein. They were able to do the CT Scan. [ NOTE: - on a brand new state of the art CT Scan machine in use for the 1st time that day ] Thank you universe, now I understood why my transfer took until today.
- restless thought filled night, thought about the socks and giggling, fell back to sleep easily.
Tues. Jan 12/10
- Mary K visits (Art also at VGH having had a back surgery) Leaving me resting after Reiki.
- restless night, even thoughts of Socks fail to get me back to sleep, so I get up to write out the list of thoughts going through my mind.
- 5:00 a.m. - I have a wonderful chat with the nurse. She says she will chart my questions.
- Chaplain from Spiritual Services drops by. We have a wonderful conversation. Karen arrives and I ask her to give us 1/2 hour. She does. When she returns I introduce her to Caryn, the chaplain. (catch the coincidence of the same name?) Just then, Mary K arrived. The 4 of us have a wonderful chat. The Chaplain leaves, Karen and Mary leave me resting after visiting and doing Reiki.
[ side story here: - Karen had brought me flowers. During the Reiki session, I had the thought to ask her if she would take the flowers home and enjoy them for me. Telling me about them. She agreed. It felt like it would be a wonderful healing experience for both of us. It has proven to be just that, far beyond my wildest dreams could ever have imagined - story coming soon ]
- a Social Worker visits - she doesn't "get" me but seems to begin to understand.
- nurse tells me Dr. has scheduled Colonoscopy / Endoscopy and I drink 2 bottles of Citro Mag
Wed. Jan 13/10
- told Ralph to have another day off.
- phoned mom in Calgary and had a wonderful conversation. She wished us a Happy Anniversary - I had totally forgotten.
- I phoned Ralph back and wished him Happy Anniversary.
- Dr. that saw me at emergency dep't Monday, came in and examined me. I ask him about other issues. He sent me for an Ultra Sound on my right leg to check for blood clot. He was treating the "Whole" me. Collecting all the pieces of the puzzle before assembling the picture. I was impressed.
- Gastroenterologist comes by for info. Turns out that Dr Carr, who was doctor that I went to for scopes, was her mentor. (I knew he had retired, and she told me he had since died)
Thur. Jan 14/10
- 7 a.m., I was taken down to get Colonoscopy / Endoscopy.
- Ralph visits. 3 doctors on the team, visit us. Not sure why???
[ NOTE: - been on 'clear fluid' diet at Richmond Hospital and VGH (except NOthing Monday)
- supper tray arrives and is Regular Diet
Fri. Jan 15/10
- Dr. visits this morning. He asks if I can agree to his plan. No surgery, discharge me with tests and doctor appointments set up for me, all that can be done with me at home. I agree. He says he will be back. Even asks if I am okay with his choices of doctors.
- Karen L phones to ask if Shelina and her can come visit. I tell her about Dr. visit and she offers to drive me home. I accept, then phone back asking if she could bring me some clothes from her closet as I didn't have anything with me. She arrived with a duffle bag full of choices. We have a great visit with lots of healing.
- I had a change of mind about one of the outside doctor choices and tell the nurse / she pages Dr. but no reply. I am showing Shelina and Karen some of the pictures in the hallways, and who walks by, but the Dr. I tell him I would like to use the Richmond surgeon that had looked after me at emergency. Then just as we are passing the nurses station, I hear the nurse starting to tell the Dr. about the change / I am able to tell her I had already talked to the Dr. Talk about timing....
[ NOTE: - Rmd. Dr. was also the doctor that looked after me in 2004 re: breast cancer ]
- Lunch comes and goes, no word yet. Shelina and Karen go to get some lunch. The nurse comes in to tell me I am being discharged and goes over the paperwork. I get dressed and pack up my things. When Karen and Shelina return, I am ready and waiting.
- the entire time I have been phoning Ralph, leaving messages on answering machine. I phoned neighbours to make sure I had someplace to go (no purse, money, keys)
[ NOTE: - 4th day - no need to renew TV / Phone rental. ]
- 5 p.m. - Ralph got home 5 minutes before Karen and I did. What a beautiful sight he was when the elevator doors opened. He had been at the mechanics all day getting the van doctored. I changed and gave Karen here clothes back.
I was home, and as I had said to Karen on the drive home... It just felt like we had been out for the day. Later that night, Ralph says - "I just had a dream that you have been in the hospital."
[ I reminded Karen that she had driven me home back in 1992 - but that is another story ]
And that is how it was.
Lovingly Lynn
Saturday, January 23, 2010
TUCKED INTO THE MORNING
TUCKED INTO THE MORNING
This is still about what I thought I would be writing about in the “Breaking Out” story.
There was an email exchange with Shelina and Karen. We were trying to firm up plans for next Wed. Tossing idea’s back and forth all the while knowing that maybe being in this NOW moment mode we are holding onto may have a completely different divine GOD plan when the manmade time comes. I noticed as I flipped into my “orchestrating role” and laughed at myself, as I chose to step aside and let be. And the magic happens, as I read the latest Shelina email – she suggests the most perfect sounding idea’s including meeting for dinner at Neighbour’s Restaurant for dinner. I haven’t been there for years and have always wanted to go back there. One of my many wishes will be fulfilled. And, guess what? A much better game plan than I would have come up with. I am beginning to realize and see how limiting my orchestrating controlling efforts have been.
Like, the many ah ha’s that came to light as I listened to the Sylvia Browne CD.
After yet another trip to the powder room to pee, I came back to this just as another picture of Ralph is on the screen. And then a baby picture of grandson, Nathan and the magic of being in the right place at the right moment continues.
Timeline of thoughts that I followed here, to fill in the blanks:
- 12:40 p.m., as I was writing Breaking Out, had the thought to check what was on TV.
Movie Crocldile Dundee at 1:00.
- 1:00 had to take potty break, noticed it was movie time.
- walked away from this entry / decided to make something to eat.
- making an omelet, phone rings – it is Karen, perfect timing in my omelet cooking process. She is probably wondering why the call was so short. My omelet needed turning over. LOL
- I have lost count on how many pee trips I have had. All putting me in the perfect timing moment to see just the right healing image on the computer screen. We have a hodge podge of a mixture of all kinds of photos on the slide show. Some that normally would be deleted as mistakes in most people’s lives.
So where was I, I wonder.
As I was listening to the Sylvia Browne CD, the events of my past floated to the surface and all made sense. Like the time when (can’t remember what the thought was that I had had back then, just know that I had had it, and that it was profound)
LOL! In the moment I was drawn back to the TV movie… And there was a serendipity moment unfolding…. Mic and his son Mikey, were talking to a man sitting in the park asking what he was doing. The man was meditating and taught them. Breathe in the positivity, breathe out the negative. The guys name was Mike.
Guess I was meant to forget what I wanted to write about so that I would see the magic moment of the TV movie.
Maybe the original story is lost for now.
Loving written by Lynn K. Jan 23/10
This is still about what I thought I would be writing about in the “Breaking Out” story.
There was an email exchange with Shelina and Karen. We were trying to firm up plans for next Wed. Tossing idea’s back and forth all the while knowing that maybe being in this NOW moment mode we are holding onto may have a completely different divine GOD plan when the manmade time comes. I noticed as I flipped into my “orchestrating role” and laughed at myself, as I chose to step aside and let be. And the magic happens, as I read the latest Shelina email – she suggests the most perfect sounding idea’s including meeting for dinner at Neighbour’s Restaurant for dinner. I haven’t been there for years and have always wanted to go back there. One of my many wishes will be fulfilled. And, guess what? A much better game plan than I would have come up with. I am beginning to realize and see how limiting my orchestrating controlling efforts have been.
Like, the many ah ha’s that came to light as I listened to the Sylvia Browne CD.
After yet another trip to the powder room to pee, I came back to this just as another picture of Ralph is on the screen. And then a baby picture of grandson, Nathan and the magic of being in the right place at the right moment continues.
Timeline of thoughts that I followed here, to fill in the blanks:
- 12:40 p.m., as I was writing Breaking Out, had the thought to check what was on TV.
Movie Crocldile Dundee at 1:00.
- 1:00 had to take potty break, noticed it was movie time.
- walked away from this entry / decided to make something to eat.
- making an omelet, phone rings – it is Karen, perfect timing in my omelet cooking process. She is probably wondering why the call was so short. My omelet needed turning over. LOL
- I have lost count on how many pee trips I have had. All putting me in the perfect timing moment to see just the right healing image on the computer screen. We have a hodge podge of a mixture of all kinds of photos on the slide show. Some that normally would be deleted as mistakes in most people’s lives.
So where was I, I wonder.
As I was listening to the Sylvia Browne CD, the events of my past floated to the surface and all made sense. Like the time when (can’t remember what the thought was that I had had back then, just know that I had had it, and that it was profound)
LOL! In the moment I was drawn back to the TV movie… And there was a serendipity moment unfolding…. Mic and his son Mikey, were talking to a man sitting in the park asking what he was doing. The man was meditating and taught them. Breathe in the positivity, breathe out the negative. The guys name was Mike.
Guess I was meant to forget what I wanted to write about so that I would see the magic moment of the TV movie.
Maybe the original story is lost for now.
Loving written by Lynn K. Jan 23/10
BREAKING OUT
BREAKING OUT
What a magical morning of unfolding. A morning of choices. Choosing to stay home instead of going to the HAM radio coffee gathering with Ralph this morning. Thinking of getting some laundry done. Hasn’t happened yet, as I write these words.
Here is yet another account of my life unfolding.
Ralph was obviously in need of some ‘he’ time without me. And truth be told, he was wearing thin on me and I was more than happy to let him head off on his own this morning.
I was online catching up with the Gary blogspot entries. Switching back and forth between tabs between Gary’s New Life and hotmail where I was writing my comments to him on an email. Very powerful healing going on for me. So much laughter and various insights into my own journey. Finally caught up and email sent. Now what I wonder!
Ah! I feel like setting myself up on the couch and maybe some TV. Mmmhh! Nothing of interest on. AH HA!!! I will listen to the Sylvia Browne CD I had playing in the background while on the computer – “Tools For Life” and really listen to it / give it my full attention. WOW!!! The imagery and healing. If only I could paint, draw…. I also listened to details and opened my eyes and had a drink of water when the thought to do so appeared.
Then, before it is finished I have the thought to get up. Immediately my left brain logic kicks in and says, no wait till the end. Then my body wants to go pee. I catch the moment and decide to follow the first instinct thought and get up. Listening to my body when it speaks is something I am doing more and more these days.
My journey takes me for the bathroom break. This story is blossoming in my head. The title is revealed. And here I am.
On the way I followed the thoughts – go down the hall to Wilma’s and get the newspaper (we are looking after her mail / paper for a few days). Still catching those fleeting thoughts, I got another glass of water and made some tea. Then I felt the need to pee again, and challenged myself with the logical thought that I had just pee’d and didn’t need to go. My body begged to differ and off I toddled to the bathroom again. Surprise, I did have to go. LOL. Then I was lead to turning on the Sylvia Browne CD again and wondered if I was now into controlling and making everything just right perfect – then the answer was revealed as I came back to the computer to write. Yesterday Ralph changed the desk top, we now have a family Christmas picture in our Olympic mittens and Canada blanket on display, instead of the blue screen and a wonderful slide show of other pictures as a screen saver. And there he was, my wonderful Ralph, a beautiful picture of him on the screen at just that exact moment. Perfect timing. I am in the right place at the right moment, moment by moment.
Lovingly Lynn k Jan 23/10
What a magical morning of unfolding. A morning of choices. Choosing to stay home instead of going to the HAM radio coffee gathering with Ralph this morning. Thinking of getting some laundry done. Hasn’t happened yet, as I write these words.
Here is yet another account of my life unfolding.
Ralph was obviously in need of some ‘he’ time without me. And truth be told, he was wearing thin on me and I was more than happy to let him head off on his own this morning.
I was online catching up with the Gary blogspot entries. Switching back and forth between tabs between Gary’s New Life and hotmail where I was writing my comments to him on an email. Very powerful healing going on for me. So much laughter and various insights into my own journey. Finally caught up and email sent. Now what I wonder!
Ah! I feel like setting myself up on the couch and maybe some TV. Mmmhh! Nothing of interest on. AH HA!!! I will listen to the Sylvia Browne CD I had playing in the background while on the computer – “Tools For Life” and really listen to it / give it my full attention. WOW!!! The imagery and healing. If only I could paint, draw…. I also listened to details and opened my eyes and had a drink of water when the thought to do so appeared.
Then, before it is finished I have the thought to get up. Immediately my left brain logic kicks in and says, no wait till the end. Then my body wants to go pee. I catch the moment and decide to follow the first instinct thought and get up. Listening to my body when it speaks is something I am doing more and more these days.
My journey takes me for the bathroom break. This story is blossoming in my head. The title is revealed. And here I am.
On the way I followed the thoughts – go down the hall to Wilma’s and get the newspaper (we are looking after her mail / paper for a few days). Still catching those fleeting thoughts, I got another glass of water and made some tea. Then I felt the need to pee again, and challenged myself with the logical thought that I had just pee’d and didn’t need to go. My body begged to differ and off I toddled to the bathroom again. Surprise, I did have to go. LOL. Then I was lead to turning on the Sylvia Browne CD again and wondered if I was now into controlling and making everything just right perfect – then the answer was revealed as I came back to the computer to write. Yesterday Ralph changed the desk top, we now have a family Christmas picture in our Olympic mittens and Canada blanket on display, instead of the blue screen and a wonderful slide show of other pictures as a screen saver. And there he was, my wonderful Ralph, a beautiful picture of him on the screen at just that exact moment. Perfect timing. I am in the right place at the right moment, moment by moment.
Lovingly Lynn k Jan 23/10
Thursday, January 21, 2010
A Day At VGH
A DAY AT VGH
This is an account of yet another day during my magical hospital stay.
First, let me digress as I set the scene. I was transferred to VGH on Monday, Jan 11th after spending 5 days at the Richmond Hospital waiting for a bed at VGH. As I sat with Ralph in VGH emergency waiting room during the transferring process with a number written on a piece of paper above my head – it was busy in that moment. A patient escort came to take me for an X-ray. Coming back I walked back with an escort that was taking a patient on a gurney back to the emergency dep’t, saving her a trip. The timing was perfect, as another escort was looking for me to take me up to my room.
I settled in at the exact bed I would have picked if I had had my choice, I might add. The nurse had said she thought that the TV / phone hook up guy had already left for the day – and yet he magically appeared. Not knowing how long I would be there, we decided to pay for 4 days. And guess what, that was exactly what we needed as I was released on the Friday.
Ralph left for home to send out emails that I had been transferred. It is now Monday evening and the nurse tells me they are coming to take me for a CT Scan. (Another story in itself) Once there, I learn that the CT machine is brand new, state of the art, in use for the 1st time that day. Guess that answered the question “Why I waited at Rmd for so long”. The Universe knew what it was doing. I sent up a prayer of thanks.
Restless night, up and down to the bathroom, hard to return to sleep – the Soc story saves the day and giggling, I fall asleep again.
I have given Ralph the Tuesday off. He stays home to rest. (again another story in itself, as his day is one of struggling to hook up the new Shaw box that will give us 30 more channels for just $2.95/month – long story short, he has packed the thing up and is sending it back. As well as, phoning around to find a rebuilt Carb for the van, preparing for that evenings monthly Strata Council meeting, and doing a huge decluttering clean up of our apartment.
So, Tuesday comes and goes. I think that was the day that sister in law Lorrie visited at the same time Mary C. from the Relaxation group. That night even thinking of the Socks didn’t get me back to sleep. Lists of thoughts filled my head. Decided to get up and write things down. I went out to the nurses desk about 5 a.m. to ask for some paper. Ended up talking to the nurse about things I wanted the doctor to know. She said she would make a note on my chart. She heard and got me. I felt understood. Later that morning a Chaplain from the Spiritual Services dep’t arrived saying that the doctor had asked her to visit. We had a wonderful long conversation. She too ‘got’ me and we really made a connection. Karen had peeked in during this visit and I had asked her, if she could come back in a little bit. She could and did, just as the Chaplain and I were nearing the end of our visit. Then Mary K arrived. I introduced them to Caryn (notice same name as Karen, just spelled different – coincidence?) The 4 of us had a wonderful conversation. Caryn left, and after a short visit, Karen and Mary said their goodbyes before giving me a session of Reiki.
An aside here – Karen had brought a bouquet of flowers that is a magical story in itself.
Obviously more stories to come.
Love Lynn k
Jan 21/10
This is an account of yet another day during my magical hospital stay.
First, let me digress as I set the scene. I was transferred to VGH on Monday, Jan 11th after spending 5 days at the Richmond Hospital waiting for a bed at VGH. As I sat with Ralph in VGH emergency waiting room during the transferring process with a number written on a piece of paper above my head – it was busy in that moment. A patient escort came to take me for an X-ray. Coming back I walked back with an escort that was taking a patient on a gurney back to the emergency dep’t, saving her a trip. The timing was perfect, as another escort was looking for me to take me up to my room.
I settled in at the exact bed I would have picked if I had had my choice, I might add. The nurse had said she thought that the TV / phone hook up guy had already left for the day – and yet he magically appeared. Not knowing how long I would be there, we decided to pay for 4 days. And guess what, that was exactly what we needed as I was released on the Friday.
Ralph left for home to send out emails that I had been transferred. It is now Monday evening and the nurse tells me they are coming to take me for a CT Scan. (Another story in itself) Once there, I learn that the CT machine is brand new, state of the art, in use for the 1st time that day. Guess that answered the question “Why I waited at Rmd for so long”. The Universe knew what it was doing. I sent up a prayer of thanks.
Restless night, up and down to the bathroom, hard to return to sleep – the Soc story saves the day and giggling, I fall asleep again.
I have given Ralph the Tuesday off. He stays home to rest. (again another story in itself, as his day is one of struggling to hook up the new Shaw box that will give us 30 more channels for just $2.95/month – long story short, he has packed the thing up and is sending it back. As well as, phoning around to find a rebuilt Carb for the van, preparing for that evenings monthly Strata Council meeting, and doing a huge decluttering clean up of our apartment.
So, Tuesday comes and goes. I think that was the day that sister in law Lorrie visited at the same time Mary C. from the Relaxation group. That night even thinking of the Socks didn’t get me back to sleep. Lists of thoughts filled my head. Decided to get up and write things down. I went out to the nurses desk about 5 a.m. to ask for some paper. Ended up talking to the nurse about things I wanted the doctor to know. She said she would make a note on my chart. She heard and got me. I felt understood. Later that morning a Chaplain from the Spiritual Services dep’t arrived saying that the doctor had asked her to visit. We had a wonderful long conversation. She too ‘got’ me and we really made a connection. Karen had peeked in during this visit and I had asked her, if she could come back in a little bit. She could and did, just as the Chaplain and I were nearing the end of our visit. Then Mary K arrived. I introduced them to Caryn (notice same name as Karen, just spelled different – coincidence?) The 4 of us had a wonderful conversation. Caryn left, and after a short visit, Karen and Mary said their goodbyes before giving me a session of Reiki.
An aside here – Karen had brought a bouquet of flowers that is a magical story in itself.
Obviously more stories to come.
Love Lynn k
Jan 21/10
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
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Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Minoru Srs Ctr Wellness Clinic and Beyond
Still in that mode of observing and being in the flow as I allow the universe (God) to continue with my magical journey of divine timing full of coincidences. I settle into a nights sleep with no need to set an alarm clock. Morning comes as the phone ringing gently nudges me awake. Uncle David is a breath of sunshine starting our day with lots of laughter totally unaware that we are still in bed. It is 8 a.m. I notice, perfect timing.
I eventually head off on my bicycle to the monthly Wellness Clinic at the Minoru Srs Ctr here in Richmond. I trust that whatever time I get there will be the right time. I was right, the magic continues. Here is an account of the day that magically unfolded for me. Forgive me if I have left anyone out, and feel free to refresh my memory.
First there is Charlie who I thank for their lovely emails of support. And then his wife, Joan, with her beaming face as she sees me, making me feel so valued and cherished.
I sign up to get my blood pressure taken and am ushered in to the next available nurse which just happens to magically be Roz. We have an incredible magical conversation of sharing. She tells me about a U – Tube site to watch, Yiddish Mama by Sophie Tucker.
I choose not to book a session with one of the practitioners, and to just open to and be satisfied with whatever came my way. Staying in the NOW moment and stepping aside and letting go of the need to orchestrate my life and everyone else’s life has served me well these last 2 weeks. Noticing myself slip into old habits as the universe tests me brings me great joy and laughter.
Dorothy calls me over and asks me to turn the dripping water tap off that was beginning to be like Chinese Water Torture. I do and then sit down for a chat. She asks what was on the cafeteria menu today and I go to find out. As I am writing this, I am noticing that my conversation exchange with her was different. Amazing how things shift when I don’t go into an exchange with an agenda.
Gary says he was looking for me, as he had a cancellation. He offers to do a short reflexology session. I notice myself purring as I relax in his chair. His next client arrives and I choose to go sit quietly in a chair in the corner. The imagery and healing continues. As I resurface from my meditation, Hashem offers his chair massage. Joan’s voice filters through at just the appropriate moment in my journey as she says, “in the right church just in the wrong pew. Is everybody happy now?” I am in Heaven and Hashem leaves me there when he is finished. Things shift, my breathing pattern makes changes. And just as I begin to stretch and sit up, his wife, Miriam returns. I get my chance to tell her about a part of last Fridays events that involved her. We share, in minutes, mountains are moved. The healing for both of us continues. She gives me a friend’s name and phone number that she wants me to phone. And she asks if she can give my name and phone number to another friend. Of course I say yes.
I have been transformed. My bike ride home is a testament to that. I no longer encounter drivers that I want to teach how to drive. I notice the birds and the clouds. It feels like I have been reborn.
Once home, Ralph gives me a phone message – it is the same person that Miriam had asked me to phone. I have no need to push myself to return the call. No need to jump into my own timing, instead open to trusting Gods timing.
The mechanic phones to let Ralph know the Van is ready. Off he goes to catch the bus to Ironwood to pick up the van. (Side story here – just as he was going to the bus stop, a lady from the building stopped and asked him where he was going. She ended up driving him to the mechanic’s)
I was ready to phone Meorah. She told me about her daughter in Calgary ( I was born and raised in Calgary) and the book her daughter wrote called “Thank You for Leaving Me” about her life’s healing journey. She got my email address and has sent me the website information.
I go to the pile of CD’s, trusting that I will be guided to pulling out just the right one. WOW, Tools For Life by Sylvia Browne, talking about all the things I am experiencing in my life.
Checking my emails, there is one from Terry – the story of the geese flying in formation / there is a link to U-Tube and I watch it. Then I decide to watch the next U-Tube on the list, a 10 minute film that is beautiful. AHHHH! Here I am at U-Tube, so I search for the Yiddish Mama video and watch it.
An email has come in from Meorah. I forward it to the email list with an update about myself. I put on the CD again. Finishing up with the email, I decide to download a hidden object game. I make myself an omelet and settle in to watch TV.
Ralph arrived home, with stories to tell. (Aside story here – As I was writing this paragraph, I caught myself saying <> So I turned around and told Ralph that I had to apologize and told him what just happened. We howled with laughter.
And that is how my day unfolded.
Lovingly written by Lynn K
Minoru Srs Ctr Wellness Clinic and Beyond
Still in that mode of observing and being in the flow as I allow the universe (God) to continue with my magical journey of divine timing full of coincidences. I settle into a nights sleep with no need to set an alarm clock. Morning comes as the phone ringing gently nudges me awake. Uncle David is a breath of sunshine starting our day with lots of laughter totally unaware that we are still in bed. It is 8 a.m. I notice, perfect timing.
I eventually head off on my bicycle to the monthly Wellness Clinic at the Minoru Srs Ctr here in Richmond. I trust that whatever time I get there will be the right time. I was right, the magic continues. Here is an account of the day that magically unfolded for me. Forgive me if I have left anyone out, and feel free to refresh my memory.
First there is Charlie who I thank for their lovely emails of support. And then his wife, Joan, with her beaming face as she sees me, making me feel so valued and cherished.
I sign up to get my blood pressure taken and am ushered in to the next available nurse which just happens to magically be Roz. We have an incredible magical conversation of sharing. She tells me about a U – Tube site to watch, Yiddish Mama by Sophie Tucker.
I choose not to book a session with one of the practitioners, and to just open to and be satisfied with whatever came my way. Staying in the NOW moment and stepping aside and letting go of the need to orchestrate my life and everyone else’s life has served me well these last 2 weeks. Noticing myself slip into old habits as the universe tests me brings me great joy and laughter.
Dorothy calls me over and asks me to turn the dripping water tap off that was beginning to be like Chinese Water Torture. I do and then sit down for a chat. She asks what was on the cafeteria menu today and I go to find out. As I am writing this, I am noticing that my conversation exchange with her was different. Amazing how things shift when I don’t go into an exchange with an agenda.
Gary says he was looking for me, as he had a cancellation. He offers to do a short reflexology session. I notice myself purring as I relax in his chair. His next client arrives and I choose to go sit quietly in a chair in the corner. The imagery and healing continues. As I resurface from my meditation, Hashem offers his chair massage. Joan’s voice filters through at just the appropriate moment in my journey as she says, “in the right church just in the wrong pew. Is everybody happy now?” I am in Heaven and Hashem leaves me there when he is finished. Things shift, my breathing pattern makes changes. And just as I begin to stretch and sit up, his wife, Miriam returns. I get my chance to tell her about a part of last Fridays events that involved her. We share, in minutes, mountains are moved. The healing for both of us continues. She gives me a friend’s name and phone number that she wants me to phone. And she asks if she can give my name and phone number to another friend. Of course I say yes.
I have been transformed. My bike ride home is a testament to that. I no longer encounter drivers that I want to teach how to drive. I notice the birds and the clouds. It feels like I have been reborn.
Once home, Ralph gives me a phone message – it is the same person that Miriam had asked me to phone. I have no need to push myself to return the call. No need to jump into my own timing, instead open to trusting Gods timing.
The mechanic phones to let Ralph know the Van is ready. Off he goes to catch the bus to Ironwood to pick up the van. (Side story here – just as he was going to the bus stop, a lady from the building stopped and asked him where he was going. She ended up driving him to the mechanic’s)
I was ready to phone Meorah. She told me about her daughter in Calgary ( I was born and raised in Calgary) and the book her daughter wrote called “Thank You for Leaving Me” about her life’s healing journey. She got my email address and has sent me the website information.
I go to the pile of CD’s, trusting that I will be guided to pulling out just the right one. WOW, Tools For Life by Sylvia Browne, talking about all the things I am experiencing in my life.
Checking my emails, there is one from Terry – the story of the geese flying in formation / there is a link to U-Tube and I watch it. Then I decide to watch the next U-Tube on the list, a 10 minute film that is beautiful. AHHHH! Here I am at U-Tube, so I search for the Yiddish Mama video and watch it.
An email has come in from Meorah. I forward it to the email list with an update about myself. I put on the CD again. Finishing up with the email, I decide to download a hidden object game. I make myself an omelet and settle in to watch TV.
Ralph arrived home, with stories to tell. (Aside story here – As I was writing this paragraph, I caught myself saying <> So I turned around and told Ralph that I had to apologize and told him what just happened. We howled with laughter.
And that is how my day unfolded.
Lovingly written by Lynn K
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
1 down 3 to go
1 DOWN, 3 TO GO
Backing up to the morning of last Friday, Jan. 15/10, when the VGH doctor that was taking such good care of me, came in and told me his plan for me and asked me if I was okay with it and if I would follow it. His plan was that he would discharge me after setting up further tests and appointments in the community for me, if I promised him I would go. His words were, “I am treating you like I would treat a member of my own family”. I thanked him and he gave me a big hug.
Get the picture!
I felt connected and totally on the right path, and my decision was an easy one, I agreed. My journey of incredible coincidental divine timing God moments continued.
He had asked about the doctors he was lining up and checked if I wanted them. Long story short here – I ended up changing my mind and requested using the surgeon in Richmond that had been the doctor that had transferred me to VGH to begin with. We were very grateful for the Rmd doctor’s part in the whole picture and wanted to be able to thank him again. The team and plan assembled, I was discharged (a story of magic itself – coming soon I hope – OR maybe Shelina and Karen can write that one from their perspective)
Yesterday was the 1st of the appointments. It was with the Rmd surgeon. Backing up again – I realized when he attended to me at Rmd emerg, that he was the doctor that had done the 2004 breast biopsy that lead me on the breast cancer journey. He had wanted to do a mastectomy / I asked to be referred to the Vancouver Cancer Clinic for a second opinion. Long story short – I accepted the chemotherapy treatments and rejected the surgery and radiation.
The Rmd surgeons role was to follow up on the breasts part of the jig saw puzzle. Good news, he said he could not feel anything in my lymph nodes or breasts.
The appointment went a bit off track – and I realized afterwards that we had not thanked him after all. I am realizing this morning that I am wanting to find a way to see him again to get back on track and get a chance to thank him. Woke up having conversation with him. Realizing now in this writing moment – whoops, nope – I don’t want to create a physical reason to go back and see him. Have to find a different way. Cancel, cancel / love, love. Whew – nice catch, God – I even asked him outloud if I was supposed to come back after the scheduled mammogram test. GOD.
Anyway, noticed that I had stepped out of the magical place and had slipped back to controlling and orchestrating. That frustrating place of being misunderstood. As I was in the moment at that doctors appointment it was obvious that he had some misconception as he lectured me and told me that I needed to follow up with the VGH doctor etc. I guess he hadn’t met the NEW and improved me and thought I was still the same old me that orchestrated events instead of stepping into that place of faith and letting go and letting God.
I am making healthy choices even in this moment. Noticing that I think about going back and reading this to make sure it is perfect and correct and says what I think I am saying. Making sense. Grammically and spelloing correct. :>) And so relieved that that is no longetr a powerful uncontrollable hard to resist thing anymore as you can probably notice. (there would be a lot more spelling errors here if words would sotp automatically correcting as I type LOL)
So, cancel cancel the thought of the upcoming mamamagram test showing something that would send me back to him. There are ofther ways to thank the man.
That’s it for now.
Jan 18/10 by Lynn k
Backing up to the morning of last Friday, Jan. 15/10, when the VGH doctor that was taking such good care of me, came in and told me his plan for me and asked me if I was okay with it and if I would follow it. His plan was that he would discharge me after setting up further tests and appointments in the community for me, if I promised him I would go. His words were, “I am treating you like I would treat a member of my own family”. I thanked him and he gave me a big hug.
Get the picture!
I felt connected and totally on the right path, and my decision was an easy one, I agreed. My journey of incredible coincidental divine timing God moments continued.
He had asked about the doctors he was lining up and checked if I wanted them. Long story short here – I ended up changing my mind and requested using the surgeon in Richmond that had been the doctor that had transferred me to VGH to begin with. We were very grateful for the Rmd doctor’s part in the whole picture and wanted to be able to thank him again. The team and plan assembled, I was discharged (a story of magic itself – coming soon I hope – OR maybe Shelina and Karen can write that one from their perspective)
Yesterday was the 1st of the appointments. It was with the Rmd surgeon. Backing up again – I realized when he attended to me at Rmd emerg, that he was the doctor that had done the 2004 breast biopsy that lead me on the breast cancer journey. He had wanted to do a mastectomy / I asked to be referred to the Vancouver Cancer Clinic for a second opinion. Long story short – I accepted the chemotherapy treatments and rejected the surgery and radiation.
The Rmd surgeons role was to follow up on the breasts part of the jig saw puzzle. Good news, he said he could not feel anything in my lymph nodes or breasts.
The appointment went a bit off track – and I realized afterwards that we had not thanked him after all. I am realizing this morning that I am wanting to find a way to see him again to get back on track and get a chance to thank him. Woke up having conversation with him. Realizing now in this writing moment – whoops, nope – I don’t want to create a physical reason to go back and see him. Have to find a different way. Cancel, cancel / love, love. Whew – nice catch, God – I even asked him outloud if I was supposed to come back after the scheduled mammogram test. GOD.
Anyway, noticed that I had stepped out of the magical place and had slipped back to controlling and orchestrating. That frustrating place of being misunderstood. As I was in the moment at that doctors appointment it was obvious that he had some misconception as he lectured me and told me that I needed to follow up with the VGH doctor etc. I guess he hadn’t met the NEW and improved me and thought I was still the same old me that orchestrated events instead of stepping into that place of faith and letting go and letting God.
I am making healthy choices even in this moment. Noticing that I think about going back and reading this to make sure it is perfect and correct and says what I think I am saying. Making sense. Grammically and spelloing correct. :>) And so relieved that that is no longetr a powerful uncontrollable hard to resist thing anymore as you can probably notice. (there would be a lot more spelling errors here if words would sotp automatically correcting as I type LOL)
So, cancel cancel the thought of the upcoming mamamagram test showing something that would send me back to him. There are ofther ways to thank the man.
That’s it for now.
Jan 18/10 by Lynn k
Sunday, January 17, 2010
SOC STORY
SOC STORY
The saga continues still…
In the beginning, an angel visits, bringing me gifts. I immediately put on the new pair of socks. My stay in the hospital is magically transformed.
We walk down the hall to the Sacred Space room for a visit. I go with her down the elevator and to the exit door to say our goodbyes. On the way back to my room I notice pieces of black fluff on the floor. I look down at my feet to see fluff building up and falling out of the holes in my sandals. I bend down and pick up the fluff balls on my return journey.
I am delighted and continue to wander the halls picking up fluff balls, while still wearing my new socks. I feel like Hansel and Gretel in fairy tale land marking my path or finding my way home.
I chose to keep my socks on as I crawl into bed to listen to a tape. WOW, what fun when I get up again. The sheets are just covered with fluff as I had hoped they would be. I am feeling so connected and close to my gift bearing angel, like I was wrapped up in her love. I share my story with my nurse and choose to keep the sheets when the nurse offers to change them.
That night as I was getting ready for bed, it was time to take off the socks. My feet were black with fluff built up between my toes. Laughing all the while, I cleaned the fluff from my feet and sandals. One last trip around the halls without my new socks on, to gather the last of the fluff balls.
Crawling into bed that night was like being wrapped up all cuddly. What a wonderful day. I fell asleep easily with a smile on my face and a peaceful feeling of totally being taken care of.
Next morning I shared my sock story with visitors that had been staying by their mother’s bedside and they both said, “I saw the black fluff balls”. We all laughed and I think the sock story helped them too.
The next sleep was restless and full of thoughts. Thoughts of the socks came to the rescue, and giggling I easily drifted off to sleep again.
I phoned and told my gift bearing angel the story of the socks.
The saga continued and expanded. When thinking of the socks didn’t quite manage to quell the thoughts, then thinking of wearing them on my mom’s carpets did the trick.
I got transferred to another hospital. The beginning of another restless night, and then, poof, like magic, thoughts of the cleaners stripping my bedding with all the black fluff had me giggling and again filled with love. I easily drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face. The magic of the socks was transferred with me.
It has been a wonderful story to tell my family and friends. My memory of being in the hospital will be about the sock story. The healing power of the socks lives on.
Lovingly written by Lynn Keeling
Jan, 2010
P.S. My angel gift giver wants you to know that she did not get the socks from a sales bin. :>)
The saga continues still…
In the beginning, an angel visits, bringing me gifts. I immediately put on the new pair of socks. My stay in the hospital is magically transformed.
We walk down the hall to the Sacred Space room for a visit. I go with her down the elevator and to the exit door to say our goodbyes. On the way back to my room I notice pieces of black fluff on the floor. I look down at my feet to see fluff building up and falling out of the holes in my sandals. I bend down and pick up the fluff balls on my return journey.
I am delighted and continue to wander the halls picking up fluff balls, while still wearing my new socks. I feel like Hansel and Gretel in fairy tale land marking my path or finding my way home.
I chose to keep my socks on as I crawl into bed to listen to a tape. WOW, what fun when I get up again. The sheets are just covered with fluff as I had hoped they would be. I am feeling so connected and close to my gift bearing angel, like I was wrapped up in her love. I share my story with my nurse and choose to keep the sheets when the nurse offers to change them.
That night as I was getting ready for bed, it was time to take off the socks. My feet were black with fluff built up between my toes. Laughing all the while, I cleaned the fluff from my feet and sandals. One last trip around the halls without my new socks on, to gather the last of the fluff balls.
Crawling into bed that night was like being wrapped up all cuddly. What a wonderful day. I fell asleep easily with a smile on my face and a peaceful feeling of totally being taken care of.
Next morning I shared my sock story with visitors that had been staying by their mother’s bedside and they both said, “I saw the black fluff balls”. We all laughed and I think the sock story helped them too.
The next sleep was restless and full of thoughts. Thoughts of the socks came to the rescue, and giggling I easily drifted off to sleep again.
I phoned and told my gift bearing angel the story of the socks.
The saga continued and expanded. When thinking of the socks didn’t quite manage to quell the thoughts, then thinking of wearing them on my mom’s carpets did the trick.
I got transferred to another hospital. The beginning of another restless night, and then, poof, like magic, thoughts of the cleaners stripping my bedding with all the black fluff had me giggling and again filled with love. I easily drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face. The magic of the socks was transferred with me.
It has been a wonderful story to tell my family and friends. My memory of being in the hospital will be about the sock story. The healing power of the socks lives on.
Lovingly written by Lynn Keeling
Jan, 2010
P.S. My angel gift giver wants you to know that she did not get the socks from a sales bin. :>)
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