One May 6th, my family made the very painful decision to let go of our 12 yo Pommie, Maggie. She came into our lives as a puppy, and was a great adventure. She was a little younger than my youngest child, and was a staple in our house as we added new kitties. She as a goofy girl with some very bad breeding, but a heart of gold. From a glorious maned Pomeranian, to a scruffy patchy old timer, she was always true to her family. Cancer eventually beat her down, and we gave her the best end we could muster.
The same day, Jupiter, the kitty that walked literally into our lives, and proclaimed my husband as his own, decided it was time to have a full medical crisis. So, back to the Vet we went to see what we could do to make him better. Into "isolation" he went with a treatment plan. The vet called to check on him a few days later, and I was pleased to report he was on the mend. So I thought. Shortly after that, as cats like to do, he tanked again. Back to the vet, and home now with a small pharmacy.If it wasn't enough stress, the Vermont weather decided to take one more stab at Swinter (Winter behavior in Spring). Rain, rain, and more rain. Oh, and snow. Thankfully, on the mountains, and not down in our Valley, but the temps were NOT spring like.
My head decided it had an opportunity to strike and oh did it. A full on Migraine with Vertigo, Nausea, and a healthy dose of Panic.
And to top it all off, I was told by a VERY dear childhood friend, that their health had taken a very severe turn for the worse, and Hospice was in the immediate future. This is a person that I admire, enjoy talking to, and have shared health issues of both theirs and my husband. Parenting is tough, and we have talked extensively about helping our children through the trials of a very ill parent.
But, now it is the weekend again. My meds are starting to work, my friend's pain is being managed, time has reminded me that we focus on good memories and not dwell on the silence, Jupiter is his usual spunky self again, and my husband and children are well.
Not every week will be a stellar sewing week I realize, and sometimes, we need to slow down and see life for what it really is. A journey, and a series of hurdles, that make us wiser, stronger, and more prepared for the next round.
It's not a gorgeous sunny day, but it's warmer, and not raining. So, I will open the windows, put out the flowers, and maybe play with fabric. Or read a book. And absolutely, go to the barn.
