Last Friday my laptop stopped connecting to the Internet. Several days, three hours on the phone with support people and a technician here in our city, and we are good to go. The only fun part of talking with online technicians that 100% of the time speak English as a second language was today, when I asked where the guy named "Eugene" was from and he told me The Philippines. I commented that we had lived there for two years long ago, and we had a short conversation on the beauty of the country. I used to get frustrated with those who spoke unusual English as they tried to help this granny warrior, until I realized that I must sound strange to them with my Minnesota accent. When they talk computer talk I do not understand no matter how well they speak English! It is all gobbly-gook to me, although I am getting better at IP numbers, serial codes, modem speak and the like! Ha!
So between the increase of symptoms and the decrease of Internet time, I have been pretty darn crabby, frustrated, and scared. The scared part is only connected to the symptoms. The crabby part is from lack of connection with the online world.
Don't get me wrong, I am very aware of how blessed we are...Joel has a computer I can use if necessary and I have an iPad and Smart Phone. Okay, now I feel like I should apologize for having too many toys! Bottom line, it is difficult to type long emails or posts on the phone or iPad due to my eyes needing rest right now. I have missed my laptop. Yep, spoiled.
Then I remembered it was September 11th. The anniversary of 9-11. We can all recall that day, the planes, the death and devastation, the loss of security for America. But just like the good and bad of having so many devices and just like the good and bad of my healing journey, there is good and bad on September 11. You see, our oldest grandson was born this day 15 years ago. He is a great young man, kind, funny, caring, and just plain awesome. Okay, I may be a bit prejudice, but we are grandparents after all!
Grandson Evan with his sister Abbi
At this moment I am remembering the heroes of the September 11th attacks. I am recalling the birth of our first grandchild. I am remembering where my health used to be and where it is now, and I am remembering again our two years in The Philippines thanks to a young man named Eugene who crossed the ocean via satellite and came into my home to help out.
Our life becomes what we focus on and today I am focusing on the good. I am blessed.