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Circling the Drain &
Other AdventuresA
Letter to My Sweet Community, Friends & Family
by Gael Montana |
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Please
forgive me for being so long in writing. This has been in the works for about
six weeks but my brain just wouldn’t let me put it together in an understandable
fashion until recently. The mind is finally starting to emerge from the haze of
various medications and tailspins that had me in their grip for the last year.
It's simply amazing how the spirit will prevail when positive energy, prayer,
and love nourish it, even though the mind is non compos mentis and the body ravaged.
There is no way to convey the gratitude and love that I feel in mere words. To
live in such an awesome community is a blessing beyond description. In fact friends
and family from all over the planet were sending their energies my way...from
Seattle to Boston to Australia and points beyond.
You came by the dozens
to visit and keep my spirits up wherever I landed throughout this long adventure.
During the six months in Houston friends came from near and far to be caregivers,
sharing their precious time and energy to tend to my many needs. Rarely a day
passed without cards, letters and packages arriving in the office at Southside
RV; so cheerful and uplifting. The folks at the RV park where I was cloistered
laughed when they saw the return address I used: "The Hope Springs Eternal Trailer
Court" from our Myrt N' Mauve skits in Comfort Little Theater. It truly became
that place to me as those fly-bys through the Valley of Death occurred.
Your
participation in the benefit that my wonderful neighbors put together was incredible.
You saved us endless worry over expenses, as I was unable to contribute anything
to our existence except to 'hang on'. My sweet brother and sister-in-law not only
supplied, cooked and served the Bar-B-Q for the benefit but took me, along with
several care-giving friends, in to their lovely home when MDA decided it might
be best if I wasn't among their statistics. They put up with endless procedures,
which kept me alive while the Cancer Centers of South Texas worked their magic
by saving my life (repeatedly). It simply couldn't have happened without the support
of each and every one of you, as well.
Much of the last year is a blur
except for the energy field that surrounded me from family, friends and the community
at large. I felt it buzzing in my heart the entire time. My dear husband, Clint,
went above and beyond in every way. He drove to Houston to be with me every weekend
after a grueling workweek. He stayed by my side at the hospital(s) and saw to
it that all was well. For me the worst part of the whole ordeal was worrying about
what an imposition I had unwittingly become. Now we try to focus on the positive
side of things like how I finally lost that pesky weight and am blessed with another
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| Anniversary
photo from Valentine's Day |
Now
that we're home and life begins to take on a familiar and more routine aspect,
energy is slowly returning. I can almost make sense of things again which is a
huge step in the right direction. It's so wonderful to see everyone again; the
smiles and hugs are like dreams come true. There were times when I was pretty
sure they were gone from me forever. You are all a treasure to us. Please know
that we are all blessed by the efforts we take to nurture one another and lift
the spirits of those in need. It's what heaven really is...unconditional love
and respect. In a world where life seems to lose it's value Comfort
is endowed with countless hearts of gold.
P.S. - We've started a Friday
lunch bunch that meets at High's Cafe around 11:30 so if you're in the neighborhood
please stop in and say 'Howdy'!
With sufficient thrust, pigs fly just
fine
Gael Montana
'The
View from Under the Bus' February
20, 2009 Column
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