A few weeks ago I received a diagnosis that rocked my world, but not in the good way. This sort of event is bound to happen in our lives, either to ourselves or to loved ones. Even knowing the “normalness” of this earthshaking experience doesn’t seem to lessen its hold on me.
Instead, I have taken up my illness as a new hobby. Now I meet people who hand me stacks of paperwork on clipboards, often with a pen on a silver chain. How many times will I write out my name and address before this is all over? How glad am I as I write that my street name is relatively short?
Nurses usher me into back rooms, where gowns await. Paper crinkles on the exam table. The air conditioning is inevitably set to “Arctic”.
Needles poke, fingers prod. Test results come in, some good, some less so. With gauze and medical tape on my arm, I write to tell you, I am still here.
I am still a part of On Pasture. I will still explore, learn, and write. But, the truth is, not as much over the next few months. I’ll be dealing with this new hobby, this gauntlet my body has thrown down to me.
I’ll be here as much as I can while I’m recuperating, bringing my laptop on this journey. My silver laptop will also be a lifeline to the world of pre-hobby sanity and to all of you.
Stay well, and enjoy your life.
Editor’s Note: We’re not trying to hide something by not sharing the details of Rachel’s diagnosis. But she has young children and we want to protect them.