One of my good friends came in to my hospital. room and said that I used another one of my many (nine) lives.
I'm not in the hospital, now. I am in my very comfortable home on a lake, hopefully getting better from the recent really scary diagnosis of acute liver failure. Even I was worried. The cancerous lesions in my liver have grown, multiplied and swelled so much that when I took in food it swelled to the point that the liver couldn't drain. Severe pain followed. My poop was ash colored and my pee was orange to brown. My skin was yellow to orange. I was given a few months if things did not improve. My oncologist said that she would try to reduce the cancer size with very strong intravenous chemo. No good practical advice came from the medical profession. In the hospital, my diet was "normal" so I did not eat. At home, Dr Google led me to the various websites of some cancer hospitals. The advice is to eat very small amounts of food each time and often and/or drinking fortified liquids, both of which I did, in very small doses.. On this past Monday, I woke up at 6am feeling like a human for the first time in weeks. I called my daughter and told her she could stop the worrying because I felt better! The crisis was and is over. Fingers crossed.
Before this latest crisis, I had invited alll my family to come and help me celebrate my eighty seventh birthday. They are all coming and so are two of my relatives from Scotland.
Happy spiritual season to all. May we rise above any negativity and embrace our precious gift of life!