Friday, March 24, 2006

Another One Hundred Words About Joy

Despite the pain and the morphine that dripped periodically into me, in the recovery room, after the last amputation, I felt a joy already surging through me. What I felt was a deep and fundamental sense of wholeness and completeness.

At that moment I was for the first time in years healthy. The disease that had rumbled inside my body and had so spectacularly erupted in February 2004 was no longer active.

I know it was not the drugs that gave me that feeling, because in the days and weeks and months that followed, that feeling is still with me.

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