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awake

October 18, 2013

Relinquishing one’s consciousness is a strange choice.  As eager as I was to have the cancer removed from my body, I felt a palpable hesitation as I realized that the anesthesiologist was going to ‘put me under’– to remove my consciousness and my memory and voluntary control of my body.  It seemed a risk well worth taking, but as I lay on the hard table, my arms being Velcroed to the ‘arm boards’ and my face covered with a mask, I had to breath deep… to try not to pull back or run away.  To try not to think about what I might be leaving if the whole thing went horribly wrong and I never woke up.

So it was partially relief and partly the effects of the drugs that caused me to cry shortly after I regained my consciousness.  I was thinking of how glad I was to be alive, and how connected I felt to my son, who several years ago woke up in an OR not far from me at that moment.

But it wasn’t for several more hours that I realized why I had woken up– what my living is really about.  It was obvious to me as my middle name, lying on a red couch next to a chirpy three-year-old, reading her a short book about next-to-nothing.  I’m alive, and I’m grateful for it, because I’m connected to these little people and their very large lives.  I am bound in love to my wife and children.  I’m here, forcefully and gently holding this space because it matters.

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One Response to “awake”

  1. Cyndi says:

    ~Love this…continuing to pray for you!

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