Last week we went to visit a close friend in hospital. He has had a heart attack, although not a body-dropping one, thank God. He had had angina and after they did tests, it was found that he'd actually had a heart attack. Fact is, he's our age, and that seems way, way too young.
It's very disempowering, finding that control has been suddenly whipped from your grasp like that. You are at the mercy of your body, not your mind. I don't know that the mind ever really catches up to the body in actual years, so that when the body starts to remind the mind there's repair work to be done, the mind often ignores the plea for help and continues to expect the body to get on with it.
When these disempowering times strike, healthwise, it does tend to put things into perspective. It pares things down, reduces the importance, strips the packaging, and focuses the mind intently. What on? Living, of course. Maybe there is a real desire to step backwards, away from the coal face, away from the frippery, and back to where it was always safe. Where people who loved you, took care of you, made decisions for you, fed you, clothed you and all you had to do was keep living.
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