- Did I make sacrifices if I did not originally take the chance in claiming something? Oh so many lists from decades of dreaming then self-promising various goals, yet I reprogrammed or shifted plans. Trips around the world were redirected into friedships and romances with home-bound people. Way back when, I would have regretted putting relationships off, and I completely acknowledge mistakes I made. Still, I do not feel as if I sacrificed.
- Have others sacrificed for me? Yes, add my mother and father at the top of that list. When my father grew ill and needed care, I did not always know the “right thing” to do, yet I knew what would have been wrong. I made the best choice I could, and my sisters and I gave what we could do to create new homes and then end-of-life care for him. Oddly, brain tumors led to medical care and therapies that led him (and us) to healing. After a life of pain and chaos, he arrived at a place of grace and daily happiness.
- Right now I find myself making similar best choices with my mother. At ninety-four, she feels pain in her bones but remains playful as she welcomes new residents at her nursing home, encourages her nurses and doctors, and delights in all her family. She sacrificed many times for all her family, yet she never speaks of regrets unless sharing a specific story. She focuses on lessons more than laments, and I hope I’ve learned such wisdome from her.
Beginning Anew
New Brain, New Start
Beginning Anew 
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