So my past week was a bit .. A BIT of a whirlwind. Went down to Houston for mama care/family wedding. Had some good days caring for her and being her escort for wedding events. (Everybody was looking good, I tell ya) Wedding went off without a hitch. Then suddenly Mom's health turned. A scary morning on Tuesday had me calling paramedics. and eventually brought us to MDA ER, a place the family is getting to know all too well. Beause when you're in cancer treatment there you have to go *that* ER when something goes wrong in an urgent way. (I will spare you the details of her symptoms which was a lot of bodily fluids) Much testing revealed a UTI. IV antibiotics were given and she was observed overnight. By the morning she still had fever and intestinal issues but they released her anyway sighting negative stool. So off to home we go. I stay an extra day to get her settled back in. She is still running a fever which seems odd after 2 rounds of IV antibiotics and starting the oral kind.
I left Thursday morning to head back to Fayetteville. And low and behold...
I went to the room they have for us and crashed out. All day Sunday was a wash too. Felt ok but still green around the gills and not able to eat much. ALL I CAN SAY is that the plea to all the magical healing folks in Springfield, combined with the almighty divine force of the universe held me up for the time it took to do the gig. It was pretty obvious I was suppose to do this gig. That’s when you know… The clouds part, the sea divides, the traffic clears, the fever breaks… Someone is trying to tell you ~ YOU ARE SUPPOSE TO DO THIS. It’s when the fever hits, the storm grows, the traffic mounts, the roads close, the rivers rise ~ that’s when you know you’re suppose to stay home... and hopefully you can. ;)
I wonder how much of that is our soul working its deepest will. I REALLY wanted to do this gig. I think that had some part to play in the stars aligning. All that to say… I was truly blessed by the miracle of Springfield and I won't soon forget.