Few things are more powerful than words.  They are a vehicle for much of the worlds good, bad, and power.

They make you whole:

-I love you…,

-You are healed…,

-I forgive you…,

-Expression…,

-Positive advocacy.

And they bring you to your knees:

-You have cancer…,

-There has been an accident…,

-I declare war…,

-No…,

-Conveying judgment…or

-Hate…

Words are magic.   They make you feel, are the basis for forming relationships, and they are the conduit between our minds and our realities.  Words touch the deepest part of our souls.

Today I checked my email to discover a report from the hospital had been forwarded to me.  Being the good Pavlovian dog that I am, my body and mind immediately responded by breaking into a cold dizzy sweat, I had to force my trembling fingers to read the words written on the page titled “Final Pathology Report” while the rest of me engaged in a full on tail spin.  But the news was good.  The written results showed my rotten insides were badly damaged confirming that we had made the right and only possible decision in having this surgery. That and the glorious detail that there was not a cancer cell to be found, right down to the clear-clean-disease-free margins.

These past three weeks rank up there with the most difficult of my life, but they are part of my life.  And according to the words on this particular page, a life now back on track to health and longevity.  The love and support you have shown us, again, overwhelms me.  From the deepest place in my heart, thank you.  I am doing “OK.”  A little better every day as I adjust to life with Harold (the stoma formerly known as Leroy –  name had to be changed.  Leroy was too cool.  Not nearly bastardly enough as…let’s say…Harold the putz).  You know how I adore irony, thus I am gagging (literally) on the fact that I spent the past two and half years adjusting to eating all things whole, raw, and green and now am relegated to all things white, processed, and low-residue.  Blech says the emerging blob that is me.  All in due time I suppose.  With a lot of luck and rest, the reversal will be in nine weeks time.

Anyway, just a quick post to update you (I’m sorry I have not been better with the phone), share my written words sending my love and good wishes.

I am besieged with gratitude to “be here” with my family to welcome a new year.

On Rosh Hashana it is written, on Yom Kippur it is sealed…  I pray we are each blessed in the coming year with all that we desire and sustains us.

I hope for health and happiness and the peace of faith that our lives are written into the Book of Life.

L’Shana Tova my dear friends and family.

Much love,

jodi alison