there are miracles at work
The title of this blog post comes from a song by Coldplay, a head full of dreams.
I listened to that song on repeat before surgery (you are allowed small mp3 players in the preparation room). That one line made me so hopeful.
A couple of hours and a lot of fantastic news later, we headed home.
My husband turned on the radio and almost immediately a song started to play.
Have a little faith by Son Mieux, the one song that has been so pivotal in my cancer journey. I have listened to it a lot these past months, and every time it gave me courage. To have a little faith, to know I wasn’t alone in this.
The next song was Paradise by Coldplay. Given how much of a support Coldplay had been to me that day, it felt like a gentle pat on the head from the universe.
But then, just before we arrived home, a song started that made me full on cry.
That song, Sitting on the Dock of the Bay by Otis Redding, got me out of a major bout of hyperventilation when I was in hospital in August for three weeks due to a major infection after surgery.
When the fevers subsided I had to get moving again, but I had such a hard time walking because I was panicking so much. I had to practice walking, show that I could do well and head home, but the panic attacks made that impossible.
The nurse who was with me suggested I’d sing, he said that often helped.
I started to sing the first song that came to mind, and ever since that moment, for the rest of the hospital stay, I walked the halls of the hospital singing that song.
The hyperventilation never came back.
These stories are so small, and are such coincidences, but altogether, I felt that yesterday, there were miracles at work. And not just with the songs, but with the surgery I had as well, and the results from that surgery.
I’m blessed.