Well, this post reflects a condition very different to the
title of the blog.
I chose 'Not Foreign Anymore' because usually once someone experiences
something new it is no longer foreign and can often become familiar. However, the
current situation is anything but. This new way of life continues to feel very
foreign, especially as there continue to be small increases in restrictions in
our communities with time.
The 'foreign' has invaded what should be familiar.
I have, however, also experienced many blessing in the months
leading up to and during this period of physical distancing and self-isolation
even though they certainly didn’t feel like blessings when they were occuring.
My blessings began with the scare of possible thyroid cancer
at the end of July. I was supposed to leave on a round the world trip that,
hopefully, would have lasted more than a year. But 4 days before my first leg
to Australia for 3 months, I learned that I had to stay and get further evaluation,
then surgery to remove half my thyroid along with a very large nodule. This
meant that I had to look for an apartment and get my things out of storage so
that I would have a place to recover. As I was waiting for and recovering from
surgery in September - October the fires in Australia were increasing in size and number in
the states that I would have been visiting.
The next blessings were the news that my growth, while large
was not cancerous. This was received 2 weeks before my Mexican leg of the trip
was to begin, so I was able to buy a ticket to continue on with this portion of
the trip, for which I had reservations that I would not have been reimbursed
for if I had to cancel as they included timeshare reservations where the points
would just have been lost.
As
things progressed with the current COVID-19 situation, and we all ended up with
physical distancing being our new reality, I realized that I would have been in
Peru when all the international flights got locked down. Not only would I be in
a country whose borders had closed completely, waiting for a chance of a seat
on one of the Canadian rescue flights, but if I had made it back, I would now be
in self quarantine in a hotel near an airport somewhere in either Vancouver,
Calgary, Toronto or Montreal. After 2 weeks, assuming I am still well, I would
be faced with looking for an apartment and trying to find movers who are still
working, to transfer my belongings. It would be a nightmare!
Instead, I am again blessed
– to be healthy and safely living in my
apartment just 1 km from this beach on Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada!!!
