As you might have noticed, my brain has been in Helen-la-la-land for the past month (or really, 6 months). When you are trying to develop a creative project, it tends to consume you, and I have been really consumed with this project lately. However, things shifted for me this weekend. On Saturday morning, I got some really upsetting news. It turns out that they found some major blockage in my Mom’s aorta and she needs to have angioplasty…very, very soon. Now, I know that this is somewhat of standard procedure these days, but that hasn’t made it any less upsetting for me and my family.
The reason why I am writing about this is not to depress everyone. But, I feel like it’s an important part of this Helen process…because stuff just happens. Okay, so if you’d like, you can replace “stuff” with another less blog-friendly word. It happens when you are happy, it happens when you are sad, when you are busy, bored, stressed, when you are trying to get a musical up, when you are you are least expecting it, and when you are waiting anxiously for it. And somehow, when it does happen, you have to pull yourself together and keep going. Fortunately, my students had two performances on Saturday, so I had no choice but to cover-up my puffy eyes and head to theatre. After all, the show must go on.
But, what's interesting about those times when “stuff happens,” is that it instantly puts things into perspective. What seems so important all of sudden pales in comparison to the things that really matter. And for me, those “things” are the people in my life I love and care about, who are always there for me.
So, am I going to drop all things Helen throughout this worrisome family time? That’s not really an option, because my biggest Helen cheerleader happens to be my Mom, so I wouldn’t dream of letting her down during this time. But, has my perspective shifted?
Absolutely. And that’s not such a bad thing.
This blog entry goes out to my Mom. To know her is to love her. Please send her your positive thoughts and energy this week. And if I know my very determined and persistent mother (like mother like daughter), she won’t let a little arterial blockage keep her from seeing Helen come to fruition.