Replying to Comments

cedar box openBirdie, your duck encounter reminds me of being out walking with a border collie after a weekend reiki course. The dog caught a sora in the swampy ditch next to the road and brought it to me. It was still; she’d been carrying it gently but its eyes were closed and I was afraid it was dead or at least in shock, if not wounded. I laid it on the ground and passed my hands over it, willing it healed. When I looked away for a moment, darned if that little bird didn’t fly off! I thought Wow, this reiki stuff really works! It was some time later that I read in my bird book that soras will play dead if they’re caught.

When I was up at Shelly’s this summer a couple of her other girlfriends were there too, and one told a story about the duck farm she works on. She takes small squatting steps to collect the eggs from the ground and a flock of ducks follows her, quacking softly. If she turns her head to look at them, they all stop and stand motionless and quiet, as if to say, “Who, us? We’re not even here.”

Lorna, I can walk out to my frozen solid vehicle at night when it’s 30-below and if I’m wearing ski pants as well as my parka, I can sit there without shivering while the motor warms up. Now that’s saying something, in Saskatchewan! Ski pants are the one item of outerwear responsible for letting me love winter instead of hate it. They may not be fashionable, they may mean taking an extra 10 seconds to dress to go outside, they may mean that when I’m inside a store I find myself too warm … but my parka never goes anywhere without them and it never will.

Beth, we have been lucky in so many ways with Emil. We lived in Alberta when he was diagnosed with cerebral palsy at 18 months, and immediately entered a system that guided us through occupational therapy, respite care, surgery, and other situations. When we moved to Saskatchewan, the special needs teacher organized part-time attendance at the sheltered workshop in town as part of his regular school days. He progressed into a full-time job there after graduation, and into supported housing. It’s been a godsend to have this facility right in town. Not every family is so fortunate; many of the clients come from places quite a distance away.

With the expert assistance, it was a virtually seamless transition from Emil at home to Emil independent of us. If all goes well, he will have this excellent support for the rest of his life. I hope your friend soon finds a good situation for her daughter. Until she does, it’s a huge worry for her family.

Occasionally I remind Emil that if ever he’s not treated right, he can tell me and we’ll make other arrangements. His immediate response is “No! I like it there!” I tease him that he can always move back in with me and he says “You can’t make me!”

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3 thoughts on “Replying to Comments

  1. Reading this reminds me to be grateful to live in Canada. My daughter was diagnosed with Neurofibromatosis and the only thing I have ever paid for was parking at the hospital. She had physiotherapy, speech and hearing, preschool and genetic testing paid for. That’s just a few things that I know will always be a safety net for her. I continue to hold space for anyone on the planet that does not have access to free healthcare.

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  2. You have to be very satisfied with Emil’s situation now, since he feels safe,at home and loved there. Everyone should feel that way.Love to him and you.

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