OK, so that all sounds very dramatic but it popped into my head the other Monday morning whilst negotiating the school run. This is how I felt, like I was beginning to rise again from the chaos and uncertainty of the past.
I can pinpoint the turning point as ridiculous as it may seem. I woke up on a Tuesday 27th and felt different, really different. I felt motivated and happy with a distinct spring in my step. I felt like my mojo was returning. Why it happened on this day I’m not sure, but I’d like to think it was a dear auntie who had passed away a couple of weeks before that was giving me a nudge in the right direction. It was also around this time that I had begun to realise that I was often sat waiting for something to happen. This is what we had become used to. Waiting for blood results, appointments, chemotherapy, medication, visitors, the next phase. I slowly began to realise that there was nothing to wait for. This is it. I had to re-engage with life and stop waiting for things to happen.
Around the same time as my auntie’s funeral and my Tuesday morning awakening, I was contacted by someone I didn’t know offering me a hand of support. Until this point, I didn’t really think that I needed any help. I am usually of the idea that your body and mind have natural ways of dealing with stress and anxiety and in time, everything will realign and all will be OK. As I read this lovely message from a complete stranger, concerned about my emotional state and offering help, the tears tumbled down my cheeks. As this lady had tapped into my emotions just through a message, I readily accepted her offer of acupuncture and reiki.
Over a period of three weeks, I feel as though I have climbed Everest. Through the acupuncture and reiki I have realised that emotional health and strength is paramount and sometimes we do need a little help. I have also realised that it’s important to look after yourself and give yourself time. This is something I have always denied myself working full-time. Anytime I have had, I have always prioritised the needs of my family and I still believe that I was right to do this. However, having now experienced time for myself, I fully see the value and importance of having space and freedom just to be. This has been quite a learning curve for me and somewhat liberating.
My fleeting image of Phoenix rising from the Ashes whilst negotiating the school run that morning, whilst rather dramatic is totally accurate. When Felix was diagnosed, my world combusted into flames. As the initial shock of the diagnosis abated and the flames slowly died away, I have been smouldering. There have been occasions throughout the intense treatment where the fire has flared and burnt out of control and then returned to the grey, flaking state of the simmering ashes. In recent weeks though, the fire has abated enough for me to take control of it. To put it out and smother those feelings of uncertainty and fear and enable myself to rise again. Hey, I’m by no means a Greek legend and my story will not become legend but this analogy does symbolise the feeling of strength, recovery and liberation that has followed this prolonged period of turmoil and trauma.
Everywhere you look you will find a phoenix; someone who has risen from the ashes ready for another day. I don’t think I’ve really seen them before and for this I apologise. They truly are the epitome of strength, recovery, promise and liberation.
To all phoenixes out there – I salute you.