I know, I know…I disappeared!
While Helena visited with John of God for 10 days, I snuck in a quick visit to the States to hang out with my parents.
When I booked the trip two months ago, I burst into tears at the thought of leaving Brazil. I didn’t know if Helena would be well enough for me to leave or if I would have the courage to go.
Helena is strong. Feeling fantastic. Brilliant and fierce.
When I arrived in the US I looked like a shell of my former self, down 15 pounds, haggard, worried and weary. For six months I’ve been holding my breath, wondering what’s going to happen next, how we will handle it, praying daily for the strength to keep moving. Despite my strong faith, I’ve learned that grace and courage are often dogged by worry and fear. It takes some serious effort to keep them in check.
This post is a shout-out to out to all of my caregiver compadres out there. Take care of yourselves. Find the time to be nurtured by the people who love you most. And if the spirit moves you, sing karaoke whenever the opportunity arises.