After catastrophe, what? You go on.

All the schoolgirlish blather of the last post obscures how momentous this acceptance actually is for someone who was informed that her chances of recovery from illness were less than five percent.
I should be languishing in bed, awaiting a future full of more pain and greater weakness. I should be hopeless and nearly helpless, felled by migraine after migraine and the failings of my deteriorating body.
Instead, I am whole. Not 100 percent yet, but nearly. And I await my future with joy.
When people use the term “catastrophic illness”, they usually seem to be thinking of cancer. But there are many other illnesses that rob you of more than health and resources, that take away from you most of what you thought was you. I have been through such a hell.
And I have words of hope for those who remain there. Sometimes, if you’re lucky enough that God or the universe of whatever force you acknowledge as paramount shows you the way, you can emerge.
I was a lucky one. For me, the door finally was held open by a Chinese energy practice known as qi gong (pronounced “chi gung”).
But this is a blog, so I’ll stop now and promise more later. And, since this is an adventure and food blog, I’ll tell you soon how being ill lead me to Le Cordon Bleu!