Funny things happen in this seemingly material world. Things that aren't "supposed" to happen, but happen nonetheless.
My doctor can't explain it. But, then again...there are a lot of things that have happened in my life that doctors can't explain.
That hole in my belly is apparently....smaller. Much smaller in fact. So small that they wouldn't even think of operating. So small that they are wondering why they even suggested surgery in the first place.
This is something they said "never" heals on its own.
And yet.... a two inch hole has turned into a two centimeter hole...in a matter of a few weeks.
They tell me the hole will never go away, and I believe them. Of course, I am still talking about the one that is innate in my gut. The one that yearns for twins that should have been. The one that aches.
They can't explain why that hernia is suddenly....pretty much gone.
They are chalking it up to "grace". What else can they do when medical science fails them once again as they glance at my chart and decide I'm...weird.
My Venus girl slept for 5 hours without waking last night. Snoozing in the crook of my arm as I looked at her face in the shadows of the night light that casts purple stars on the ceiling. I thanked Simon and Alexander for healing my heart...for keeping her safe...for reducing the hole within me.
I thanked them for keeping my family together...for bringing us a furry sheepdog who "knows"...for being. Yeah....for just....being.
The fact that they were....that they ARE....