138. Just Dump the Body

Although “dump the body” sounds like a movie line, that is about the exact amount of caring that I have about the remains of my earthly dwelling place. Cremate me and dump the body.

The wound is not healing.  It impressively went to a verified four centimeter depth (or lack of depth) on Tuesday, and was back to seven again today, Friday.  Regardless of how many times I ask “What else can I do?”, and get the answer, “You are doing it all”, I know there is a missing piece.

Something hidden needs to be healed.  Something else needs to be completed.  Where are the loose ends?  What bows need tying?  Completion.

The wound vac is off.  I am cordless and empowered!  The skin around the wound is dancing with joy (as it hated the wound vac and spent the entire time covered in rashy boils).  Today I can feel its joy.

After a few tears of exasperation, I pushed a bit of completion.  

Nyasha and Conrad legally witnessed my signature on Death with Dignity paperwork, that will likely be round filed because of my longevity.  I called and left a message for Julie that it’s in the mail.  Check.

And I booked a trip to Whidbey Island, another visit to the Earth Sanctuary and Langley, before my next wound packing appointment.  In checking whether Earth Sanctuary has full access during Covid 19, I made an amazing discovery, my final resting place.

Although “dump the body” sounds like a movie line, that is about the exact amount of caring that I have about the remains of my earthly dwelling place.  Cremate me and dump the body.  

Earth Sanctuary provides the perfect ground… and they will mix the ashes with appropriate soil, and either sculpt me in to the spiritual nature preserve, or accompany those of you who want to add me to the ambiance!  This is exciting.  Another big box CHECKED.