Will it ever end!

I have a bird story to share too.

The day after I recieved the news that I had a possible tumor in my liver/gallbladder I had undergone a bettery of MRIs and a CT scan.

As we sat in the GI specialist’s office to hear the verdict, it seemed like it was taking a while for him to get to us. My companion decided to open the blind on the window so we could look outside and see the sky.

The landscape that we could see from the window was one of hospital rooftops and buildings. We could not see trees or any other natural thing.

Suddenly a bald eagle lifted off from one of the rooftops and circled around near our window. I said, that eagle has a message for me, doesn’t it.

Sure enough the doctor confirmed a suspicion of cc soon after, and while it hasn’t made the shock and aftereffects any easier, I do feel the presence of a higher power guiding me through this experience.

Pam-

I have a bird story too for you. My husband’s Grandfather lost his wife very young, never remarried and was not necessarily happy without her. We went to him when he was dying and we waited there a long time. It finally dawned on us, my husband and he being so close, that he would not leave with us there. So we started to drive home, a 6 hour trip.

We were in separate cars and it was raining very hard. We had 2 way radios and he turned one way, when I the other. It was frustrating and so I talked to him on the radio. No answer. He called my cell phone after his rang about the news that his beloved “Bumba’ had left this world.

When we found each other at a corner and I jumped out of the car in the terrible storm to hug him, crying… I looked to my right because I heard a noise. Two small birds, and no I am sorry I do not know what kind they were (they were tiny) were playing and dancing in the huge puddle.

Right then I knew that his grandfather was reunited with his grandmother and that they were happy.

Funny… -ljg

Dragonflies, My Story

My father was a religious person and I pretty much am not. After he died (he had idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis), I started seeing dragonflies. My Mother (who one year later died of CC) was very busy seeing crosses, and I supported her cross thing. I wasn’t into it, but I knew it had meaning for her. So, one day, when a dragonfly buzzed my car relentlessly, I realized that I was being “harassed” by this dragonfly. I looked closely and realized it looked like a cross, in a way.

I later mentioned this to my Mom, and realized that my Dad knew he would not get me through religion, but nature had a chance to grab my attention. Okay, here’s the odd part now…

After my father died, I was on the porch and a blue dragonfly approached, I watched him with interest, and he got quickly and tragically snagged by a huge spider and web above my head. I was astounded and really pissed off for that dragonfly. I wanted to save him. I found myself getting a lite broom pull him out with the web, and he lay there trapped in all this webbing . For those of you who are not very visual, this sticky mess was allowing him to lift and take off but not fly! My father was life flighted to the hospital and it triggered all sorts of memories for me.

Strangely, seeing this dragonfly’s circumstances made me immediately think of my father, and I ran into the house and got tweezers to use to clear the webbing. It took some time (over an hour). As I worked and realized that the wings of the dragonfly are much like the tissue paper thin tissues of the lungs that, for my Dad, were scarred and even more delicate.

I freed the blue dragonfly and he stood still there for hours, perched on a towel. I even have photos of this. He took his time and when he was ready, he flew away.

My Mom (preCC and during) was very well aware of my dragonfly issue, and one day in the hospital she sent me to get “something for myself” in the gift shop. She had never even been out of bed there, and I was barely making it to eat most days. She had casually handed me a $20 bill a few days prior and said when I could, go to the gift shop and get something for myself. I never had the time to brush my teeth let alone leave the room most days.

One night, we were low because she wanted to go home desperately, and I had not worked out the details with hospice yet. It was a tricky situation in her case. I had to get some dinner, and I had a nurse to check on her for me while I was gone. That night I did stop at the gift shop. I bought her a lovely healing stone chakara bracelet, to focus on. She loved jewelry and it was really special and detailed. I was on my way out with the $20 still in my purse when a box jumped off the clearance shelf and landed on the floor, hitting my foot. It was a high quality sterling silver necklace with a glass paned blue dragonfly, marked down from $55 to $20. I had to buy it for myself.

She cried when she saw it. And she enjoyed the bracelet I bought her and played with the toggle. And after she left me, the dragonflies started coming again. Following my car, arriving on my porch, and even following me into town while I drove a few times.

I am not sure what it all means, but I am open to nature and they kinda do look like crosses. Life, it seems, even in the worst of times… never ceases to amaze me. -ljg

H Tracy what an ordeal you have been through and it makes it harder when you know what to expect.We had a nice funeral too with some favourite songs-funerals these days are not what they were are they
Janet

Tracy,

I too feel the way you do about not taking anything or anyone for granted & also am not being real successful at it, but I will keep trying.

I think what you did for your Mom was a wonderful tribute to her & just what she would have wanted. It may have been unconventional, but just right for her. You might want to think about starting that new business, it would probably be very successful!

Take care & know that I am thinking of you.

Darla

Thank you so much for sharing your story. Dragonflies and Butterflies have taken on another meaning for me.
Hugs coming your way,
Marion