We all thought she’d be fine after beating gall bladder cancer the first time. She was diagnosed early and treated by excellent doctors. But, as anyone who has been touched by cancer knows, it’s a beast that you sometimes just can’t fight anymore.
I had been going to yoga more regularly for about a year at the time we learned my mom was now terminally ill. I’d found a class and a teacher I adored and was fortunate enough to have the time to make at least two classes per week. While I still have days where I feel like I can’t hold any pose, breathe properly or even get in my groove, I always always feel better by the end of the 60-minute class. So, when we heard the news about Mom, I knew yoga would be at least a small source of peace.
As I recently told a friend, when you have a loved one that is seriously ill, you feel like you are living life with the knob turned to 10. You’re at a high level of stress all the time knowing at any moment your phone could ring with bad news maybe even the worst news you could hear. But for that one hour of yoga class that I did not have my phone, and I was tucked away in my comfortable, quiet yoga studio, I could simply relax. I was able to meditate, even if for just a few moments, and forget the outside world. After yoga, the knob is at a five.
Last April, my dad called to tell me I needed to come out to see Mom soon. She likely only had days left. I scrambled to make plans, bought a plane ticket, and got ready to fly out to see her. I was worried about the trip, getting there on time and how Mom would be when I arrived would she be awake, would she know that I was there?
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