I wrote my last blog at 6 weeks of marriage. I’m writing this blog approaching 6 months. Pocket change for some of you I know. Nevertheless, profound for me.
You see, I remain mindful that The Journey Is The Reward. And having that outlook continues to transform my life.
Over the last 6 months, many have asked me: “How is married life?” Code for “Give me the low down and dirty.”
Since I posted my last blog, I’ve moved to a new location, started a new job, and become married. What a Remarkable Ride! (If you missed my previous blogs about how all of this transpired, please take a look at “Can’t Eat, Can’t Sleep, Knock It Out of the Ballpark,” Part 1 and Part 2.)
Here is my new husband’s perspective on our Remarkable Ride together. We’ll continue to provide you with “He said, She said” updates from time to time. Enjoy!
We met on match.com. The very place that I said I would never use, but I did.
In all honesty, I’ve been thinking about how best to share with you my heart and recent life’s experiences. I’ve always tried to make my blog transparent, useful, and inspirational, but most of all, filled with personal insights that come from deep within my heart. So, here’s my update that begins with my journal entry that goes back to January 1, 2016.
Instead, the treatments appeared to backfire, and over the next several months, I experienced almost every symptom of MS written in the textbooks. It was as if MS was a wildfire that raged through every bit of my central nervous system, leaving its charred remains behind.
I realize that this doesn’t sound like such an auspicious story. Certainly not one that would be worthy of a blog post.
But let me tell you a little more….
An ancient proverb tells the story of a seeker who ventured deep into a dangerous woods looking for enlightenment from a wise guru. After barely escaping danger after danger, he finally made it to the guru’s sparse hut. He spent the next several days doing what the guru instructed, hoping to find the ultimate truth.
After several days of chopping wood, carrying water, tending fires, cooking meals, and cleaning floors, the seeker became frustrated. He asked the wise one, “When are you going to bestow on me the secrets of enlightenment?”
For starters, I “lost” my husband. Sudden cardiac death. Not my choice.
I “lost” my health. Symptomatic multiple sclerosis is likely not what any of us would want.
I “lost” my job. Taking medical leave and then ultimately resigning from a busy medical practice that I enjoyed was not my plan.
I “lost” my home. I loved our beautiful home full of love and memories, but it was time to sell it.
And 2 weeks ago, my mother-in-law joined my husband in the great cloud of eternal witnesses. It was time for her to let go of her physical body, but a “loss” for all of us who loved her.
Suddenly, my soulmate, husband, friend and lover, and our devoted father and quintessential grandfather was now present in a different form. A form that we didn’t know so well. One that we weren’t quite so familiar with. A form that we couldn’t see with our earthly eyes or hear with our mortal ears.
Not quite what I might have planned for my life, but nevertheless, now my life.
What a great idea for a movie, but what about in real life?
It’s actually not too hard to find someone in need of a random act of kindness. The hard part is taking the time to do it.