Things have gone horribly wrong. I suppose this happens to everyone at some point in life (and sometimes more than once or twice), but knowing that doesn’t make these bad times any easier. Blindsided by a layoff with no advance warning, my husband and I are overwhelmed by sadness and tension on this last week before Christmas. What’s going to happen to us now? Are we going to be OK? What if…What if….
I am extremely worried.
And I am still dealing with the question of the “suspicious” lung nodule that doctors continue to warn me about. Is it cancer or not? I’m not coughing and I have never smoked. If I agree to an invasive medical procedure just to find out what it is, I’m not sure what will happen. I have read that there is a risk of permanent hoarseness and/or loss of voice.
I don’t know. Is it worth the risk? My voice was freely given to me at birth. It’s so much of who I am. I think each voice is unique—the sound of a soul. This is why, with all the uncertainty going on around me, I have decided the very best gift to give this Christmas is a song.
I chose “Do You Hear What I Hear,” because it always makes me smile and I hope it will bring a smile to others too. ***Thank you Marilla—for playing the piano so I could sing along and raise my spirits. I greatly appreciate it! ***
Many years ago, my 5-year-old daughter sang this song at a school Christmas concert. So cute! Now she is a beautiful young lady with a husband and 3 wonderful children of her own. Where did the years go? Time slipped away behind my back, right in front of my eyes.