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The love of a Daughter

After another week of hospitalization to rid Mom’s body of all the extra water and clear the pneumonia, Mom looked visually better. The transport back to the short term care facility was another fiasco and didn’t happen until nearly 8PM in the evening. In the end all went smoothly when it finally did. I was able to intercept this time and arrived before she did. I waited on pins and needles until the Staff from the ambulance finally wheeled her gurney towards her room. I rushed towards her and grabbed her hand before she could even recognize me. Her look of surprise quickly changed into the biggest smile that made my day full of waiting all worthwhile. She was happy to see me and I knew she was happy that I was there. I couldn’t ask for more and she knew that she wasn’t alone. Next was to get her back into her bed, and what I noticed was Mom’s resilience. She appeared stronger and less fragile. At one point we thought she might have hurt herself or might have broken a bone from falling, but luckily this wasn’t the case. I learned later that what she experienced was muscle pain from all the inactivity. Movement would be the key to eliminate this pain and perhaps I could request some sort of rehabilitation gymnastic for her. The wound manager was said to be here the next day to thoroughly assess her condition, request of Mom’s family doctor, and we would see what kind of treatment would be available, depending on her condition. But for now, it was ok to grab her legs without her whining in pain and being uncomfortable. I was relieved. As an empath, I have long felt the emotions and feelings of others, and it seemed to be duplicated and quadrupled when it came to Mom. For now another little win was ours and this battle and I was grateful for the progress.

The view from Mom’s room.


We are the co-creators of our life and the time is now. More than ever are we needed to support Mother Earth and each other. Together we discover and explore our unique gifts in times of strengths, in times we lean on each other, and in times when we learn from each other. This blog started as an outlet and what I ultimately called my “Warriors Journey.” It was a way to document the ups and downs of my life, sharing my hardships as well as my successes. It showcased the struggles, but more important the ways of how to overcome them. Although we are warriors each and every day, I realized that having to be a warrior, comes from a place of pain. I decided to rename this blog, and “Phoenix Rising” now stands for the story of overcoming such a painful place. My motivation for this blog hasn’t changed and I hope to share inspiration and hope, to create a sense of belonging, a space of being heard, and connecting with like minded beings who instill a sense of oneness. We are never alone, and we are unstoppable in the pursuit of what sets our soul on fire. Who I am in a nutshell... 
I am an energy healer and Reiki Master. I am surviving a chronic disease that I’ve sent into remission three times since my initial bout, 15 years ago. I continuously challenge the status quo and by doing so I change my stars. I am a believer that anything is possible. I am a hopeless romantic and I believe that true love exists on various levels. I am an optimist that will always see the glass as half full. I am a dreamer, believing in endless possibilities. Not even the sky is the limit. I have jumped off of the hamster wheel, and I am writing a new chapter. I am chasing my Nirvana to support my most authentic self. This is my story, I am that Phoenix and I am rising from the ashes. Namaste 🙏🏼💙🦋

15 thoughts on “The love of a Daughter

    1. Awe, your words brought tears to my eyes dear friend and you have always such profound things to say to me. Thank you ❤️. You are right, and there is some relief, but this all is also so hard, deciding over someone’s life, making the decisions for an adult who doesn’t always see clearly, while hoping for understanding, continued peace and cooperation. It’s hard.

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