REMEMBER

 In one of my favourite movies, Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, (yes, I am a Trekkie!) Mr. Spock knows that his solution to the problem of fixing the warp core and escaping a giant explosion is to enter a room filled with radiation and manually put the core back together. He knows this will result in his death.  As a Vulcan, he knows that he will cease to exist unless he finds another person to entrust with his katra, his eternal soul. As no family members are around, he chooses an unlikely receptacle, Dr. McCoy, with whom he has had a running argument since day one. 

(c) 1982, The Wrath of Khan, Paramount Pictures

 He incapacitates Dr. McCoy from preventing him from entering the warp core room, assumes the Vulcan mind-meld position with his fingers on Dr. McCoy's face, and speaks one word: "REMEMBER." That word has been with me of late, calling me to remember the things that I am going through, even if they are painful in the moment, so that I can honour the people in my life, whether they are with me on Earth or not.The latest journey started in June of this year (2026) and began with results of my husband's CT scan and the doctor's words, "There's a mass on the tail end of the pancreas ... and suspicious spots in the liver ...." which turned out to be malignant. Battling stage 4 cancer, which in the pancreas is almost always aggressive, carries with it a limited prognosis and a great deal of fear. So, I've been focusing on meeting daily needs, enjoying what moments I can, and aiming to increase my husband's dignity (see his fundraising page, which a couple of friends set up in my name). I've also been trying to be more transparent about the process.  I've seen a trend in some of the media that I follow where folks want the end result, or the miracle story, and they don't seem to want to be reminded of the "messy middle." But it's that messy part that makes the miracle all that much more miraculous! So I am being honest and forthright about how tough it is, about the wonderful kindness of people around me, and about the day-to-day items against which we struggle. https://gofund.me/efe0557c3https://gofund.me/efe0557c3I am being intentional to remember every kindness, every day-to-day miracle, every reality that we are facing right now, so that maybe someone will see that and be encouraged somehow. Maybe even one of those someones will be me. The journey is tough. The pain is real. The struggles are not imaginary. And yet. And yet, we are surrounded by love ... by friendship ... by support ... by generosity ... by living miracles in our lives. How many times have I sat down and shaken my head - or cried - out of sheer gratitude and wonder at the people who have stepped up and taken some of our burden upon themselves!! It is truly something to remember.And while I remember these things, I also remember the love of my life. His courage and his peace have been so inspiring. He absolutely trusts his Maker to heal him in whatever path that takes. He endures the pain, asks for help when he needs it (still working on some things, haha) and notices every kind act done on his behalf. As weak and tired as he feels, he appreciates every bit of that love expressed toward him and toward us all. While his body wages war, he knows that he is in Good Hands. And that is the most amazing thing to remember.  How many times have I sat ttps://gofund.me/efe0557c3

Fulfillment

 I was reflecting on the path my life has taken, all the people that have passed through it, those who have walked alongside for a season, some longer than others, and how I felt at different stages of my life.

From early on, I seemed obsessed with doing things for people that they would appreciate. I never heard the words, "Thank you" coming from my mother. So every week, I would station myself at the exit door of the grocery store and open the (non-automatic) door for people with their arms full of grocery bags or a cart full. And they would say "Thank you!" and I could tell they meant it. It filled me up with a sense of being able to make a difference in someone's life, even if only for a few moments.

All my life, I chased that feeling. As I entered the workforce, and found my first career in the public service, I got to feel that fulfillment - not fully, but enough - so that I would come home feeling satisfied that I had helped at least one person that day. That "making a difference" rewarding feeling kept me in my career for 21 years.

And now that I am in my 2nd career, that sense of fulfillment and having made a difference is so common that I get to experience it on a regular basis, and I know that I have found my niche in counselling. I usually come home with a smile on my face from having seen someone's "light bulb" come on, or having been able to sit with someone in their pain, knowing that they needed someone to do that. It's a wonderful, FULL, feeling.

Free photo Swan by Noname_13 at Pixabay

I am so blessed to have that opportunity to do what I love and make enough money at it to meet my needs and the needs of my family. I'm so grateful for that. 

Not everyone gets to feel that feeling - those are the heroes of the world. They work at jobs they hate just to meet the needs of their families and they sacrifice so much for that. I did as well, at one time. I don't know why I got to be so blessed - well, maybe I do, but it has nothing to do with my own worthiness or theirs - we are all worthy. 

Helping people to see their own worth and reach for their dreams is one of the greatest things about what I do. It is the most fulfilling part of my ... dare I call it work when it feels so much like play? Yes, there are difficult times, but for the most part, it is fulfilling. It meets that age-old need to know that my contribution helps someone else. Amazing. Simply amazing.