It was my birthday the other day (never mind which one) and I got a phone call from my 2 1/2 year old grandson. He sang "Happy Birthday" to me and it was just wonderful! At first I wasn't sure it was him, he really sounded like a 5 year old and carried a tune beautifully. I never heard him sing before and was quite thrilled and overjoyed at the whole thing.
Later that day I had to take some medical tests (everything is fine, thanks) and did not know that the tests included an MRI. I've had MRIs before and I don't do well in that tube. I never knew I was claustraphobic until my first MRI. Immediately, I felt the anxiety starting, I didn't know what to do, how to react. The tech told me I could cancel and I said, "No, not yet. Just give me a few minutes."
I took that time to psych myself, to convince myself that I could do this. I climbed on the table, took a few deep breaths and closed my eyes. As they slid me into the tube I began the mental process of staying calm. In a few moments my mind drifted back to my grandson, Walker, singing to me. I'm sure I was smiling in there. Soon the MRI was over and the tech told me I "did awesome."
Actually, it was Walker who was awesome and is always awesome to me. Thanks Walker, for helping Grandpa with this difficult experience. I love you.
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