If ‘LOVE’ is measured in gifts, then I am indeed feeling ultra loved and more importantly, known. What I mean by that is, I didn’t receive any gifts that were not adored for being exactly what I wanted, even when I didn’t know yet that I wanted that particular gift. Nothing was weird, or against my values or lifestyle; nothing will be returned or re-gifted. I loved every single beautiful package that I received, from the cozy mint green top with thumb holes at the cuffs, to the indoor herbal garden that promises to deliver fresh herbs and veggies during those darker days of winter, to the salt lamp that quietly purifies the air, to the fabulous bath and body potions, lotions and oils, and the soy-based candles that have just the right mixture and intensity of scent, to Becoming by Michelle Obama that now sits on my nightstand in priority status for reading.
In all seriousness, from the Merlot to the meals, to the priceless expressions of surprise on everyone’s faces as gifts were exchanged, the day could not have been better. As Christmas goes, this ranks high, perhaps at number 1.
But it is the day after Christmas that will forever remain etched in my heart and head as being the golden blessing. It is the day when all the results of months of testing came together, and the doctor announced to my daughter that she does not have Multiple Myeloma as we had feared.
Multiple Myeloma is a condition where the plasma cells found mostly in the bone marrow become cancerous and multiplies (thus, Multiple Myeloma). Her diagnosis is, Monoclonal Gammopathy of Undetermined Significance. It will require she be tested every four months for the coming year, and if nothing develops, the tests will be extended to six-month intervals. Many people live unaware with Monoclonal Gammopathy and most never develop any symptoms. Compared to the alternative diagnosis, I consider that a win. The most priceless gifts, as it turns out, don’t come in wrap and ribbon….
It is the first time in months that I have exhaled. Happy Christmas indeed.
Wherever, however, and with whomever you’re spending the holidays, I hope you are feeling blessed. The truth is, love is not expressed in gifts. And it’s not even expressed in the best news/ least death sentence that could have been imposed. Love is measured in the unseen feeling between us and those we cherish. And I am feeling very well-loved. I hope you are too.
Wishing you love beyond your dreams.