Unshakeable Love

 This is my year-end picture in my journey of wellness. People have asked, and I said I would write - this is a sum up of my trek through 2020.

As the end of the year approaches, and we all hope the new year will bring blessings of freedom, it is time to reflect on our immediate blessings. If you are reading this or glancing at it and moving on, the first blessing is you breathe and live to rejoice or complain.

In January this year, I was felled by, I am told by my doctor, an offshoot, a child of the mother, Covid-19. At the time, I did not know only that it was the first time I was ill with a virus in thirty-eight years. He advised all caution as they are as deadly as their parent.

My first blessing is I am unable to take western medicine, so I was spared the agony of another stroke if I took NSAIDs to alleviate the pain. I rode it out complaining; now the wisdom of my inability is a saving grace.

Before the end of June, I had met three more of mom's vicious little bugs. All are equipped with a force to take one down and incapacitate for up to six weeks at a time. By the end of this year, I had five encounters.

Blood test, innumerable nose swabs to never want a cotton tip swab near me again.

Along with the health issues, I continued to fight with my computer issues which are due mostly in part to my having a stalker, a troll, and a hacker – maybe all three in one, or I hit the jackpot and have three crackpots. It would be just annoying, but whomever it is has made it impossible for me to be a seller on Facebook or to raise money for the charity I am involved in... For the children in Africa, India, Pakistan, and other countries reaching out for a crumb to survive.

All my pleas go on dead ears in numb spirits in the backroom of Facebook, or the bots revolted and are in charge.

On the plus side, I am alive and well and, as you see, can complain. My doctor tells me my blood panel is perfect – not good, not in range, not great for your age – but perfect on the mark, no deviation. Since I have been getting more sleep since my husband died – I was his caregiver for twelve years and then, for an additional two years, saw him every day except for three spent with him in his rehab, where he went home to God.

That was almost four years ago, and in that time, I lost seventy-five pounds and kept it off – it is called the grief diet – not recommended, but that, and no longer eating packaged plastic food, has made my inflammation almost non-existent. My mobility is that of a young person.

Why did I experience all the bouts with the knockoffs? God allowed it, and because my immune system is strong enough to fight it, and in doing so, I also have made up for a good portion of sleep I never had in my life.

On the downside, my work has suffered, but as I approach the new year 2021, my spirits are high; I push a bit out of the way each day, and I've learned to drop and snooze and do it again again and keep going. I've stopped my 30-hour days.

On another upside, I have gone back to a long-ago lost love of writing poetry, now with more clarity and thankfulness to a fellow poet who prompted and prodded me until I listened and took

cues from his observation and another I've teamed with to produce books which also include the ones for the Every Child Lifeline Charity Foundation.

With all the sickness and all the sleeping, this still has been one of my most productive literary years as I go towards my 76th year of love for words and knowledge.

HAPPY 2021 YEAR - MAY IT BE A BLESSED ONE FOR ALL

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