Beauty in the Broken...

Credits to Starfield for the title of the blog today.

I am finding not only the beauty in the broken, but this week more importantly the beauty of mundane.  The run-of-the-mill normalness that I took for granted so much in Kelowna.

I loved my job in Kelowna.  I looked forward to everyday that I worked with Bernie and Elsie.  I know now the treasure I had and the camaraderie of true team work, without borders or hierarchy.  Last week, lazing around the house, I was longing for the normal of life.

I have gotten myself into quite a routine here, walking with Pippin or running alone (I can’t run with Pippin, he doesn’t run in a straight line….but he is amazing at being underfoot).  Baking, cooking, cleaning, going to church at Colwood and working at the Royal Jubilee Hospital.

Since January, I haven’t been able to run, last week, my parents didn’t want me to do the stairs.  It’s amazing what a week out of routine can do to a person’s head and frame of mind.

I was slowly going stir-crazy and didn’t even know it.

This week, has been all about getting back to the normal.

I have been walking, working, baking, cooking, cleaning, shopping and prepping my house for more visitors.  It is all so exciting and stimulating.  I hope I never forget how amazing it is to truly have my life back to something that resembles normal—and not get caught up in living unconsciously or despising my life for its mundane normalcy.

I was caught off guard today when opening my mail I got a “welcome package” to the BC Cancer Agency.  It was bright and shiny and I had all but forgotten what I was still facing.  How. Could. That. Be?    The terror of last week, the worry, and the frustration was all gone and I had all but forgotten what I still had to face….in 2 days.

I couldn’t believe it.

So right now, I am sitting at my desk, in charge of the floor (in charge of the guy who trained me…) and loving every minute of it.  The mundane of it, the boring of it, the hierarchy, the beaurocracy, (we are supposed to be headed to strike soon), and yet I am so thankful for all of it.

Bizarre, I know.

On the cancer front—I have my leg back, no bruising, no swelling and more importantly no Fred.  I have an appointment on Thursday to meet with my Medical Oncologist who will go over “everything” with me.  I am slowly making a list of questions to ask; my first will be about the bone marrow biopsy—is it really necessary?