A client came in last night with tears in her eyes. Her husband had
been in surgery for six hours the day before for a tumor in his abdomen.
She was heading to the hospital right after our session. As I grounded
myself for the emotion that I was about to work with, the aching thought
came to me. What would it be like if my husband were to be diagnosed
with some dreadful thing? How would we fight against it? What sort of
nightmares would we create? I hate the thought.
I am so grateful
for our blessings and for our health. I am so grateful that we have one
another. He's my best friend and my perfect compliment. I love him
dearly. And I hate cancer.
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