If you want to catch up, read, “Blog Therapy: The Joy of Gardening, part 1.”
Then it happened. Someone introduced me to a Miracle Grower. When she talked about it, I was intrigued. I’ve known of this person all my life but the procedure to get access to Him was overwhelming, legalistic, not appealing.
However, she told me about her experience. She told me that since meeting this person, her life has changed dramatically for the better. With the his help, she was clearing the weeds out, pruning the bad branches, starting the process of fertilization and restoring order back into her life. We had known this woman for three years and, consequently, knew her whole back story. The change was unbelievable.
She invited us to a picnic with her new circle of friends. She’d been transplanted into a new garden altogether. There was order, harmony, peace, love, unconditional love and acceptance, others in need of a transplant and new transplants learning the ropes in their new digs.
It was as if I stepped into a different world. I was instantly attracted. I wanted more. Suddenly there was a whole in my body that only one person could fill. I tried for years to fill it with drugs, alcohol, sex but I could never find the right panacea. Maybe this was the answer to growing my garden. Perhaps I had finally found what I’ve been missing all this time.
Months later, I invited the Master Gardener into my life and home. A year later, my husband joined me and our family was transplanted into a new garden. We enjoyed our new digs. People embraced us, taught us, loved on us.
Our new garden was thriving but then along came the weeds, pests, rocks, all the stuff that can choke the life out of a garden including snakes, rats and a whole host of unforeseen garden-variety problems. We had no idea that by choosing to grow in this new garden we would attract so many and such serious problems.
Unfortunately, new friends means new enemies. Again, we never saw it coming but soon we figured out our new enemy was very concerned about how well we were doing so we were targeted. It never occurred to us that a better garden might attract better, more aggressive and highly resistant problems.
Garden variety my butt
My husband was diagnosed with medullary thyroid cancer, the rarest and most aggressive of the four thyroid cancers for which there is no known cure. Suddenly, he had two major surgeries: 9.5 hours for the first, ~8 for the second. I was 7.5-months pregnant and distinctly remember sleeping on the floor in my husband’s hospital room because I couldn’t leave him.
Just after the second surgery, we moved into our first home. I was eight months pregnant, it rained AND we had to break into our home because the key didn’t work. Two weeks later, my firstborn is hospitalized for three days and while I’m there, my mother is in the hospital room with an old friend of hers trying to sell me on a national communications sales scam.
Two years after buying the house, my husband and I got laid off from work. My husband’s cancer treatments were difficult for him to manage so he decided not to look for work. He never worked again.
Light of Hope
Meanwhile, I’m hustling for a permanent job and temping like crazy to keep our family solvent. I finally land a job shortly before Christmas. I beat out 300 other applicants when the economy was free falling. Little did I know I went from the frying pan to the fire. My boss was an egotistical, narcissistic, megalomaniac who treated her staff like toilet paper.
However, I loved my work. My Gardener was looking out for me. He told me to act as if I was working for him, who I loved, and things would fall into place. I did and somehow I stayed for three years until I was diagnosed with my own problem that my boss triggered within me. As it turned out, my heart already had weed seeds that had to grow in order for them to get pulled so I could be healthier, more productive and sane.
Both of us were home now but it was becoming abundantly clear it was time for me to stay home and care for my dying husband. Then I had to do business with the rest of the family on both sides. What never occurred to me was that I would ever be at odds with family during my husband’s time in hospice. His social worker warned me from the get-go that he would be very difficult to manage.
To be continued …
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