I love “Ah-ha” moments. Times when the divine intervention of a higher power is so obviously present and in control that it’s absurd to believe in anything less. Times that take your breath away and stay with you days after the incident. Moments when, if you were a cartoon, your jaw would hit the floor while your heart beats physically and loudly out of your chest. I had one of those type moments on Friday at clinic, but we have to discuss the backstory first.
In November I shared with y’all about the powerful legacy left by my friend, Mark Graham. We shared many milestones and laughs together through our clinic visits and social media conversations. Mark was a big advocate for Support Group and embarrassingly I have never been. In a conversation we had in September, we discussed Mark’s enjoyment of Support Group and one of the hard realities of longevity within this disease.
So, as you can see, I promised Mark that I would attend Support Group at least once. Every month I put the FW Support Group on my calendar and every month I’ve successfully avoided the meeting. August was intended to be no different, but God had other plans, August 13th at 2PM. We discussed yesterday that I’m meeting with Senator Cornyn’s office today, so since I’ll already be out, and dressed, and wearing a bra, attending the afternoon meeting isn’t too far of a stretch. And for fun it’s time to do bloodwork and I actually know where the “bloodwork place” is so that’s happening, too.
With the intention of holding myself accountable, my first conversation at clinic was with the ALS Texas Care Services guru, Amy. In true fumbly, boisterous Sunny fashion I word vomited all over her with no regard for anyone else in the conversation.
Me: “Amy, in attempt to hold myself accountable I am telling you here and now that I’ll be attending Support Group on Tuesday.”
…blah, blah, blah…
…yada, yada, yada…
…so on and so forth…
“I promised Mark Graham that I would go, and Mark has been on my heart and mind a lot lately so it’s time to honor his request.”
Amy takes a deep breath, smiles, and says:
“Sunny, I’d like for you to meet Mark and Rowena’s daughter, Kelly.”
I just got goosebumps all over again. So today, full of reassurance, I’m attending my very first Support Group meeting. I’ll let y’all know how it goes.
Oh, and today is Wendy’s 40 something birthday, so please join me in wishing “the other weather child” a very Happy Birthday 🎂🎈