For the last 22 months, try as I might, I have been stuck on the same page of my life, and for the last two months since we met, I had fallen into a depression especially with the holidays at hand, and not one gift thought of or purchased. Plus a monster of a cold, that lasted three weeks. Call it a continuous loop, a hamster’s wheel, a labyrinth with no escape route. But that all changed on December 21st, 2015. It was a Monday morning like any other Monday morning I’ve been subjected to for the last 17 of those 22 months. You see, Monday mornings were Wound Care Clinic mornings. Each Monday morning, the wound was photographed, examined by the doctor, bandaged, and another appointment made because “the wound wasn’t healed quite yet” ( a quote from the doctor I grew to hate, but sadly resigned myself to the fact that the wound would never heal). But on the 21st, I got the good news that I had longed to hear since my health crisis began in February 2014. The doctor declared my wound healed and I was officially discharged from the clinic’s care.
I began my holiday shopping that evening (I do all my shopping online), and all purchases were delivered and wrapped by Christmas Eve, and Christmas Day was a beautiful day filled with joy, love, and laughter. Something I’ve missed since Christmas 2013.
New Year’s Eve and Day have come and gone, and it’s time to turn the page with a positive attitude. I look forward to renewing friendships with my blog followers and meeting new blog followers, writing uplifting words that will inspire and give you hope, and sharing my progress as my book, The Hensel House, moves along.
Wishing you all a blessed Happy New Year, filled with love, laughter, and hope for a brighter tomorrow.