Little bee stings are painful reminders that life is not always good, but that you should cherish the good. Many times we go days, weeks, months, without really having or acknowledging our little bee stings.
Some times our little bee stings aren't so little...they can't be ignored. We are going along with our lives, and WHAM! We are slapped in the face with the fragility of life, the sadness of tragic circumstances, and the unfairness of it all. My major bee sting came Thursday, August 30, 2012 at 12:48 pm when my dog's vet told me that my dog, Zoe-Joe, was in heart failure and needed emergency care. The next 30 minutes were a blur, but I do remember attending a work conference call...a decision that now seems so completely stupid.
August 30-31, 2012 changed me forever. The initial diagnosis of heart failure was just the beginning, a tumor the size of her heart was also found. Everything is a huge question mark with the guess of 6-12 months to live tacked on at the end. My life, turned upside down. There are moments when I look at her and she just cry; there are moments when I take her in my arms just to dance around the room. The little bee stings are the 5% bad that hurt. They are when I think about the illness, the prognosis, and the end...the gift is the 95% good that makes me laugh, hug, smile, dance, cherish, kiss, live, remember, honor, and respect. I am learning to be grateful for the bee stings because they are a daily reminder of the 95% that I kept forgetting every day before August 30, 2012 at 12:48 pm.
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