I begin the new year with a new skill. I can give myself injections. It isn't something I ever thought I would do. I'm afraid of needles. Meaning I don't like looking at needles that are just sitting on a table never mind ones that are going into my arm, or stomach as the case maybe.
You stand at the bathroom sink. You take a deep breath and settle into your skin, your knees wobble, your palms sweating, and you feel a twinge of panic. You think of the sharp prick of the needle, of how the liquid will burn. You think, I can't do this. No, no, no, no, no. And then you think of all the people surrounding you in prayer. Their calm is calming to you, their spirits cheer you up. We are a team, and for the sake of the team I will stick it out. And of course the pill for nausea helps. And the promise of a Reese Peanut Butter cup.