Good health is a gift that we take for granted most of the time. Actually, we should give thanks for it every day. The past month found me struggling with the illness of a loved one, and the past four days have been spent in hospital waiting rooms. So I have stitched my way through it.
The complexity of this stitching represents well the complexity of my emotional state. Yet, taming the various strands of fabric allows me to focus on a problem that can be solved, a bit at a time.
At the hospital, people look at me oddly because I’m the only person doing anything while waiting. I can’t figure out how they do it, doing nothing, which would drive me nuts.
Fortunately, we arrived at the hospital in the nick of time, the prognosis appears good, although the road to recovery will be a bit slow. And at least we found the road to recovery. It was dicey for a while.