It’s been a couple
of weeks since we revisited some events of 2007. I hope you remember and are
keeping up with me. If you don’t I suggest you go back a few post so you’ll be able
to continue on this journey with me and understand better where I’m coming from
and talking about.
Let's lace our shoes and get to walking.........
I was still
in awe of how GOD’s blessing! I was finally able to get back to the states. Chicago
to be exact! I was in so much pain and was glad to be in airports in Brussels,
New York and Chicago that had wheelchairs because I had been putting so much
weight on my cane that I thought it was going to break. I was popping Ibuprofen
and Diclofenac like I was eating corn candy and peanuts I was in so much pain,
but none of that mattered. I was coming home!
It is quite
true home is where the heart is! No mater how much ancestral pull you may feel
if you love, where you love is home. I’ve met many people here that do not want
to even consider living in the states again. Most of these people are African
Americans. I can not even begin to imagine leaving my family and my familiar
without looking back or yearning to be with them, let alone close my eyes for
the last time and not be surrounded by them. My brothers and sisters here from other parts
of the world from the African Diaspora seemed to be able to bend with the wind
and don’t hold as much bitterness for the land of their birth. I’m telling you
the residual affects and affects of the system in the states on the psyche of
African Americans is devastating! There is a hurt and anger that lives some
place deep inside so many of us that we do not share with others. I hope and pray
living here for this time and my closer walk with GOD had healed me or at least
been therapeutic.
I did know
what to expect when I got to Chicago. I had been more than two years. I’d lived
on my own for so long and now I was going to stay with my daughter. I’d given
up everything when I answered the call of my spirit to stay in Africa in 2004.
All! Home, car, health insurance, all except my faith! I was focused; I had three
things I needed to attend to. First was seeing my new grand baby that was 6
weeks old, my daughter’ daughter: 2nd was organizing a memorial for
my Mother and 3rd was going to the doctor to see about my leg.
The 1st
thing on my agenda was easy because I’d be staying with my daughter so the baby
was there with us and of course it was love at 1st sight, Grandma’s
Puddie! People that knew me where feeling my pain and had never seen me weak or
incapacitated before, I was always the picture of strength. Their pain for my pain was palpable and made
me feel so uncomfortable. I just wanted to assure them that I’d be okay, but it
was hard to hide the kind of pain I was in. While trying the midst of trying to organize my
Mother’s memorial my youngest Son told me to get ready because he was coming to
take me to the hospital and that everything would have to wait.
When we got
to the emergency room I don’t know what the hospital staff saw on my face, but
they rushed me in and began pumping me full of pain meds. Geez, I was some
place else. Not physically, but the drugs were taking me on mini trips as I did
my best to answer the questions that the doctors, nurses, x-ray technicians, and
other hospital workers were firing at me. My Son didn’t leave my side except
when they took me for test and he was not allowed to go. I do remember that no
matter how much medicine they gave me I still felt the pain. After hours of
test, drugs, poking and prodding it was decided, I needed surgery if I wanted
to stop the pain or walk again! Huh, what!? Geez!!!!!!!
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