Not always about chickens

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Those chicks are doing well, although coccidiosis remains an irritant, and I had to add Corid to their water again this morning. Our bossy chick Camilla was quite docile in my care earlier today; hopefully her spunk returns, as well as good health.

Good health cannot be overrated for chicks, and certainly not for us humans. Dear friends have been struggling for the last three months, as my pal Teri is back in hospital, where she has resided for much of the last ten weeks. Teri remains feisty, but her cognitive abilities are strained, and her spouse Anson is reaching the end of his emotional tether. They are the age my father would be had he lived, yet my husband and I view them not as parental substitutes. They are our contemporaries, as well as inadvertent guides on our aging journeys.

I sent out a prayer request to my sisters this morning concerning Teri and Anson, asking for love, support, and especially strength. Only now I realize I didn't seek healing, which might seem like a mistake, or perhaps I assumed they would add that to their intercessions. I would *LOVE* Teri to get better. Yet at this moment, healing is a luxury: Peace is paramount. Strength to endure another day of dwelling in a facility, being disconnected from one's own preferences, straining to discern all that physicians say; those are the immediate concerns. To merely sit in a hospital all day, watching one so beloved talk nonsense, becomes excruciating. All those years of togetherness have boiled down to something so unwanted and alien. Maintaining peace at this moment matters most.

Healing might emerge, and we will rejoice at that juncture if we are so blessed. For now heart and soul equilibrium is the biggest necessity. We don't get to choose how we arrive at the latter stages of our lives. Dignity and integrity matters for every person. Our right to live and how we conclude that journey is a fundamental right and vital to be championed. And that is where I am today.

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