As you know, Dear Readers, I had my power port removed last week.
I promised, on Facebook, to write a blog post about it. I wanted to use that post to encourage others to research Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). Unfortunately, the more time I put into writing that entry, the more triggered I became.
For me, PTSD has its roots in medical trauma. So, even a “small procedure” such as a port removal, is a big deal. It summons nightmarish memories from both of my cancer experiences and my transplant. While writing about it, I realized that I was walking the fine line between Mental Health Advocacy and Desiderata’s poetic advice, “Be gentle with yourself”.
I chose Desiderata.
I needed a break from the anxiety of it all—some solace—so I put on my boots, grabbed my Nikon, and went outside in search of spring. It wasn’t difficult to find.
We only have a few deciduous trees in our backyard. Currently, they are all heavy with buds and the promise of green leaves.
Our English Roseum (otherwise known as Rhododendron) is starting to wake up, too.
The shrubs, framing the front porch, are wearing the signs of new growth:
I am not sure if these are Day Lilies or Irises, but they’re certainly trying to reach for the sunlight.
And, then, of course, there are the birds:
Although this photograph—of a cardinal amid the tree buds—was pure luck, his presence was a comfort after such a long week.
Thank you, Dear Readers, for all of your prayers, light, and love. Please continue to send them; I have another follow-up appointment in Boston this week. It is imperative that my white blood cell lines are within normal limits this time.
With Love & Gratitude,