Something’s Burning

I’m back… well sort of… all of me less one gall bladder.

I have chalked this whole medical surgery thingy up as another chapter in my life.  This experience has changed my perspective about some things and rooted me more deeply in others.

Just so you know, this was a significant event for me.

Side Note: I’m sure for many of you a gall bladder attack and surgery would not come close to registering on your significance scale.  For me… let’s say it got my attention.

It was significant because I have been very very blessed to have excellent health.  It was the first time in my life that I really got a whiff of my mortality and the vulnerability of our bodies.  I can’t speak for you but my mortality has always been neatly tucked away somewhere behind the mental curtain that separates the black hole of the mind and conscious life.

You always know that you’re not going to live forever but for me the reality had never peeked around the edge of the curtain, thus… the significance.

The big question for me now is, what do I do with this new information?  It’s kind of like finding out as an adult that you have a half brother that you knew nothing about… what do you do with that information?

I tend not to over react or jump to immediate conclusions.  I usually let things simmer and bubble on the back burner.  Eventually it will get tended to because the tantalizing aroma routinely draws you to taste the stew or the smell of something burning demands attention.

As I said, I have to let it simmer but one thing crystallized quickly.  This event solidified the fact that I’m not really afraid of dying.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not ready to go over the rainbow with Dorothy and Toto.  But having mortality catch my eye as it peeked around the corner confirmed that I’m good as it relates to eternity (very nice feeling).

Side Note: I did ask God that I would prefer that I not die on a ship.  (I was on a cruise)

There are four other things that I quickly learned from this health scare.

1. It’s also nice to know that you’re loved.  I found out that my wife isn’t too anxious for me to take up residence somewhere else.  It was a good feeling to know that she was really concerned when I had my attack vs. being of the mindset of beginning to place furniture as they say.

2. To be more empathetic to people’s health issues.  It wasn’t that I didn’t care it was that I was unaware.  You don’t know what you don’t know.

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3. Learned better how to deal with friends that may be sick or going through issues.

Historically I would be somewhat tentative contacting a person or engaging when they were sick.  I have pretty good awareness so I know I won’t hover or bug people but I won’t be as reticent to call or engage.  I really appreciated the calls and efforts friends made to engage.

4. I have an ego to protect.  This is a weird one.

I had the gall bladder attack, as I mentioned,  while my wife and I were on a cruise.  They thought it was a heart attack at first.  The morning after the attack we were docked and the Doctor told me he had an ambulance ready to take me to the hospital.

I hate to admit it but the first thing I thought of and said was that I wanted to walk off the ship.  I was not going to let myself be wheeled off.

I am still unpacking this one.  My immediate response surprised me.

Well, I’m gonna put the pot on the burner and let it simmer.

Talk with you Monday.

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