One Simple Thing Changed My Whole Outlook
Yesterday, something in my spirit snapped. A combination of overworked and overloaded with worry for my clients had set the stage. My mother, who I haven't seen since Christmas, was having a horrible day as well and needed a lot more time and reassurance than I could give. My phone was ringing off the hook about a listing that, for some reason, was still not ratified by the formerly eager buyer. Turned out he had buyer's remorse. I knew it was coming, but it was confirmed this morning. And there were three other clients in various stages of deals that needed some problem solving. I was at the end of my rope.
As you may already know from reading my posts, I have a furry feline family of four. The tiniest of them, pictured above, had been diagnosed with cancer and inflammatory bowel disease in September. It was a grim diagnosis and we knew she had to be very ill since she'd lost so much weight. Our hope was to keep her comfortable for as long as she would be around. Six months seemed to be on the hopeful side, but then she started to respond to treatment.
Phoebe is her name. While she had been feeling so sick, she had become more stationary in one room of our home. I should mention she is also blind. She knew our house all over and never had trouble getting around it. In fact, in better health, she would often chase the sighted female we have around and fight with her. Been a long time since we saw that. Then, as Phoebe started to feel a bit better over Christmas, she started kicking around only to find out the furniture had been rearanged. It was distressing to watch her walk in aimless circles anxious about where she was and giving up and going back to the couch.
Well, yesterday in the middle of my soul snapping moment, I made it to our kitchen only to find Phoebe verbalizing happily with me and following me as I did a couple of errands. She would follow behind me, find my leg and start purring and talking. My heart melted. We had already gotten word that her treatment was going much better than anticipated and the doc was lowering her chemo dose. It was wonderful to have her WANT to follow me around, up and down stairs, into different room, and be with me. That put me back together in an instant. My girl wanted to be with mommy...and in a GOOD way. Time to revel in the moment and spend some time with her. Turns out little Miss Phoebe had all the power to fix her mom last night.
