The past few weeks have been full of, everything. A night of every fire alarm in the house blaring at a deafening tone led to a visit from the fire department. Nice guys but not much help. We found the problem and the builder was quick to fix it the very next day. And more recently our island, aka Bermuda, arrived and looks pretty fantastic in its new home. It was custom designed by us because we're snobs like that. In all reality one day during a visit to the house while it was still under construction, I pictured the island with a curved granite top to mimic the huge archway into the kitchen and mentioned that to the builder. He took our idea and ran with it and it couldn't have turned out any better.
Despite all the house mini-drama, work has been just as busy. I'm still polishing my teaching technique and learning something new every day. I love what I do and even though my bed is difficult to pry myself out of each morning, I look forward to seeing my kids and helping them learn.
Just 6 months ago, I was scheduling my day around when I needed to change a patch or take a suppository. There was a lot of medication left over after the final failure and I wasn't ready to get rid of it. While we were moving, I pulled all the old medications out of their hiding spot. When Kyle saw me pack it up with everything else, he questioned my sanity. I reminded him, all in due time. And the time was quickly approaching. Last night while Kyle was in the shower, I pulled the meds out one last time. I spread them out across the island and stood in awe of what was our past reality.
All of a sudden Kyle was standing in the kitchen. I expected him to speed dial the shrink, but instead he walked toward the island and stood quietly looking at the pile of needles and drugs. Through a cracking voice and teary eyes, I said look at all that's left. The past 6 years of struggle and heartbreak replayed in my mind in a matter of seconds. It was a strange mix of emotions that came over me. After I got my thoughts together, a sense of relief and peace filled my heart. It was finally time to let go.
And it felt good.
A mortgage payment worth of medication.I looked at a few of the expiration dates and casually mentioned to Kyle we had until next year before they went bad. I asked him if we should hang on to them in case we had use for them. His response of maybe didn't even make me think twice. We've gotten to the point where we can make light of the situation. I think we've got some serious healing taking place. We even pulled a few of the needles out for a closer look and walk down memory lane sans injections. We discovered that the larger the needle the higher the water it can squirt. Serious healing happening.
And all that was left is no more. Thankful for the look back on what was, without heartache.
