It’s been a moment since I’ve posted. Those of you who have followed me for a while know that my husband Dan has been battling cancer, and that his health took a turn for the worse in early December. Since my last post in early March, Dan has had two more emergency hospitalizations resulting in the placement of both a tracheostomy and a feeding (PEG) tube.
As no further cancer treatments promised more than a 5% chance of efficacy, we made the choice several weeks ago to enter hospice. My time has been spent being present for him, managing the nursing care he is receiving at home and trying to maintain my own health and equilibrium.
One of the most important and least understood parts of a mature yoga practice involves transitions — the movement from one posture to another through conscious breathing and a steady mind. While we may be enamored of the athleticism of arm balances, handstands or pretzel-like twists, it is in this “in betweenness” that true discipline, strength and grace are cultivated.
I remind myself of this dally as Dan’s and my life together moves from one plane to another. He continues to amaze me with his gratitude for those he will leave behind, his concern that they embrace life and be not sad for him. Like the true yogi that he is, Dan is teaching me to be a better person as he transitions from this life, this body into whatever comes next. It is my honor to share his journey.