Thursday, September 30, 2010

Debra - Part 2 "Connected"

I did a blog in January from my husband's hospital room. He'd just had a knee replacement. I had intended to blog about the hospital amenities and wireless. (Hence the "connected" title.) But instead I blogged about how people, places and things are connected in powerful ways.

That blog was long forgotten until tonight. I'm back in my husband's hospital room. He's just had knee #2 replaced this morning. I've done my Nurse Nan routine (get your brains out of the gutter). And now it's time to blog. After I booted the computer, I noticed a blog draft on my laptop called "Connected." Curious, I pulled it up and found that January blog.

And, in the process, completely convinced myself that everything is connected. Everything. Often in ways we can't understand.

A dear friend just lost her cat, Cleo. The loss wasn't unexpected but it was still heartbreaking for her. Last night her neighbor put out an SOS for a home for a tiny, tiny kitten found at the roadside, probably abandoned, probably not four weeks old. So, last night my friend spent o'dark thirty and the rest of the pre-dawn hours with "boob kitty," who was happiest snuggled in her bosom. The week before she'd spent long nights in worry over and with her Cleo, who we knew was dying. If Cleo had hung onto this world for another week, little Butters wouldn't have the home she desperately needed.

There is an odd and powerful symmetry in life which I find endlessly fascinating. I believe the best fiction contains that same powerful symmetry and connection. Symmetry is about closure and balance. We all like that.

Tonight hubby and I feel like we've turned the corner. Chronic pain will now be a thing of his past. All that's left is a little acute pain from rehab and he'll have his life back. He can take morning walks again. We can go back to fighting about my sprinting across parking lots to keep up with him. (I'm vertically challenged and have the leg stride to prove it.)

Tonight I'm left pondering the connections of life and feeling déjà vu. Only this time I don't have to wonder why this moment feels familiar. I know why!

8 comments:

Cindy Gerard said...

What a lovely post Deb. I'm so happy little Butters brought his butter yellow sunshine into your friend's life at a time when both she and the kitty needed it most. connected, indeed.

And many good wishes to the hubster. I hope he has an easy recovery and is on the road to out running you again very soon

Helen Brenna said...

What Cindy said.

Hope the night at the hospital went okay, Deb, and that the dh recuperates quickly.

Betina Krahn said...

Deb, we're hoping things go well for you and the hubbings. I've heard that the rehab from knee replacement is some nasty pain. But at least it's productive-- and destined to go away after a while. Then-- viola-- new lease on life! And you can go back to sprinting. . . although maybe not quite so fast.

As to connections-- I'm totally convinced of them and of the fact that the little "coincidences" of life are in fact synchronicity and should serve as signposts to us. If we're living "aware" they help nudge us in good directions. they're also proof of what one writer calls "The Holy Web". All of creation is indeed connected and even comprised of the same "stuff." And we have a fundamental awareness of it, whether we want to acknowledge it all the time or not. We are the universe become conscious, and as such we have responsibilities. . . especially to be good to each other.

Good thoughts and prayers to the MAN, Deb. And to you for being the caregiver!

Keri Ford said...

that is awesome for your hubby. yay for no pain.

and the kitty--Butters has got to be the cutest cat name ever! so sweet that your friend was able to take her in and nurse her that way.

Debra Dixon said...

Cindy-- Yep. The only pic I have of Butters is really blurry but she's adorable!

The hubster is doing great. We have the same team we had for the last knee. So, it's like old home week.

Debra Dixon said...

Helen-- Thanks for the good wishes. Hubby is doing great. He's a rock star of rehab.

Betina--Yep. I'm trying to be more aware of how every action has far reaching consequences even if we can't always know those consequences. It is amazing.

Debra Dixon said...

Keri-- It is the cutest name ever! She's a split-face calico. One side is black and the other looks like a smear of peanut butter.

Michele Hauf said...

So a timely post, Deb! I just walked in the door, from visiting the Humane society, because my daughter wants a new cat to replace the one she had to put down a few months ago. His name was Butters. Cue eerie music now. We are all connected in odd ways. :-)