Months ago my doctor uttered the words, ‘they found a lump in your uterus.’ Any words she said after that were lost in fear and dread. Thankfully my sister-in-law and friend Val, both doctors, looked over the report and told me there was nothing to worry about.
Still, I worried. That one word ‘lump’ left so many unanswered questions.
My doctor tried several gynecologists in the city to no avail. No one could get me in before our move to Malaysia at the end of June. Val recommended a gynecologist in High River, who thankfully got me in.
So this morning off I went for a welcomed long drive in silence and reflection. It wasn’t long before I began noticing things – single things:
One coyote searching for, and stalking prey. How long has it survived by itself?
One tree standing in the middle of a field. How many storms has it weathered and continues to thrive?
One barn crumbling from old age. How many souls has this beautiful structure housed and kept safe?
One tower stood tall and all alone. How many people does it provide communication for?
One house in the middle of nowhere. How many people does it hold safely within?
And then I got to thinking about The Power of One!
When my husband moved to Malaysia at the beginning of the year, we had so many friends say they would check in on the girls and I, invite us for dinners, organize play dates and get togethers, help me out. The reality is, people are absorbed and busy dealing with their own challenges and lives. So the one person I’ve been able to consistently rely on is myself, which has left me tired and weary.
And then, I thought of The Power of One:
One woman who has helped me stay committed to my health and well being, and who held me in her arms yesterday as I released my tears.
One woman who comes once a week and lovingly cleans our home and helps me with laundry – all for less than my previous cleaner charged bi-weekly. Today she even swept out our garage.
One woman who has consistently checked in on me and is looking after my girls this weekend so I can fill up my cup with a weekend away.
One woman who has inspired me to create rituals and who shares her and her boys lives with me and my girls regularly.
One woman who so perfectly timed, invited the girls and I over for dinner, let’s just say the dinner Tina and Darren made Sunday night has left my girls mouth watering for more salmon.
One generous act occurred after three separate requests last week from friends looking for support and freezer meals on behalf of a friend in need. Each I regretfully responded that I was unable to help as I am struggling to feed my own family. One friend of a friend, a woman I barely know offered to make some freezer meals for me – yesterday she dropped off three meals that will come in handy for the rushed days. The meal meant alot, the act of thoughtfulness and generosity meant more.
One puzzle that has provided me with weeks of challenge, sweet solitude and peace.
One bathtub that provides me with relaxation.
As I reflected on these and many more, my soul was overcome with gratitude.
As I drove into High River, I thought of the power of one community. My last visit here was to deliver supplies after the flood. I drove through and saw people still at work rebuilding, homes still boarded up, a town continuing on with resilience and hard work.
When I got into the doctors office I giggled. Staring at me was a table with one foot stirrup out! And then I thought of one very funny lady – Jann Arden – who yesterday I watched as she referred to her privates as her ‘skooch,’ because the gynecologist always asks you to skooch down. I felt lighter already.
Thankfully this one doctor will be able to help with the issues I’ve faced since last November. Surgery at the end of April and reassurance that the lump is nothing to worry about. I didn’t realize how heavily this weighed on me, until I drove home feeling much lighter and more relaxed.
I know I have the power to face these next 100 days with courage and strength. I will do this by continuing to look after me – first and foremost, and doing what needs to be done, with or without anyone else’s help. I also realize that the ‘one person you may be the world’ to – needs to be me.
Side note – or as I affectionately refer to as ‘squirrel’ – my daughter just walked in and asked what I was doing, I told her I was working on a blog post and looked at my phone as the busy evening of driving to and from activities is about to begin and it said 3.33, which I’ve been seeing on a daily basis – the meaning:
It means that is a sign that the angels signify their agreement to your thoughts. It means truth and is a sign of the trinity. Mind, body, and spirit. Three becoming one. Angels love, protect, and surround you and the union is complete. Angels are in your midst.
I will leave you with this:
One song can spark a moment
One flower can wake the dream
One tree can start a forest
One bird can herald spring
One smile begins a friendship
One handclasp lifts a soul
One star can guide a ship at sea
One word can frame the goal
One vote can change a nation
One sunbeam lights a room
One candle wipes out darkness
One laugh will conquer gloom
One step must start each journey
One word must start a prayer
One hope will raise our spirits
One touch can show you care
One voice can speak with wisdom
One heart can know what’s true
One life can make a difference
That difference starts with you.