My Response To Rumi

I fell ill. My heart dilated. I had a pain on Christmas Eve where my heart should be. I remember because my sister called me from Australia. I said "I have a pain in my chest Teresa." I had dissolved my marriage and my mother was recently dead. My work as a midwife on night duty was too stressful. The doctor refused to come to the too hot, too heavy, newborn December baby. Like a turkey out of the oven. I fell ill. The heartless cardiologist insinuated I had four years to live. My heart had dilated. Teresa whispered in my ear on leaving for Australia again after Mum's funeral. "I will come home to nurse you." I got a second opinion. I told him "My heart is broken". He treated me with respect until I got better again. My heart has healed. My heart had to break for me to break free from you. I survived against all odds. I almost ended it all. How foolish. My heart has healed. My future car from sealed. "If you desire healing, let yourself fall ill let yourself fall ill." - Jalaluddin Rumi 29/11/2016