Thirteen years I walked past my therapist’s Christmas Cactus and never thought to ask for a start until now.
The three spider plant starts from the surgeon are growing like weeds. They were so tiny when I got them.
I snagged a start from the hospital’s bed of pathos. It’s being rooted in the fish tank with the Betta fish I had when I was in the nursing home.
I wish all these plants could go in one planter but they have different requirements.
Spider plant, Christmas Cactus, Pathos, Dumbcane, large Peace Lilly. These are my memory plants.
Why on earth would I wish to remember one of the worst things I’ve ever been through? Because it has changed who I am. It’s changed me for the better and the worse, with the hope of good coming out on top.
Today in therapy we talked about how I have a fear that I’m going to just drop dead. That my health isn’t reliable and there’s no sense in putting forth effort when I may throw a blood clot and die. I hope such morbid fears will subside in time. I’m counting on it. I’m counting on growing right along beside the green leaves that fill my apartment.
………A visitor asked if I’m trying to make a paradise out of my home. The answer is yes.