Dedication: To my mother Nana Elizabeth Molatlhegi
Who would have thought this is where I will be waking up today? No one. I also could never have imagined that one day I will find myself living from a hospice bed. Well how I got here is a long story. I was well. Had many dreams. Had lots of plans and had a lot happening in my great life until I contracted COVID in 2021 and found myself bedridden and disabled. At first this looked like the end but in fact this was just the beginning. Like the petals of a beautiful flower destiny was unfurling. I never thought there was anything I could do from a hospice bed within these quiet walls. Today I’m writing stories from the hospice bed. I watch sunsets and sunrises.i can see the garden from here and listen to the sweet melodious singing of birds. Who would have thought of it that out of nothing could come something. For as long as we are breathing we are living
Life doesn’t end when we can no longer do the things we used to do. Though there are many things I cannot do anymore, there are many things I’ve learnt to do differently. I do miss my past sometimes but I do love the connection I am making with myself everyday, in ways I would never have done. When I could still walk and move around I would never have sat down and admired the garden, the birds, the painting on the wall. As much as my life has changed, spiritually I’ve grown in ways I would never have thought were possible. Every fall is an opportunity to rise. What we think is a mess could be a message. What we think is pain might be the pathway to consciousness. Never take it for granted while you can still walk around but never lose hope when you can no longer use your legs. Every second’s breath is worth it. We are a story in the making. Let us live every breath as though it was a word in our life story. Though we may want to stop living let us not forget that life goes on. It helps to remember that if we fall, we fall to rise.