Hi Meg:
I was intending on posting to you last night, but fatigue overtook me and I thought that I should probably go to bed. Also, I wasn't at all sure what I could add to the caring advice from the above beautiful people.
Yesterday, where I live it was raining lightly, the kind of rain that doesn't seem to make things very wet, but feels like an inconvenience. After spending the evening indoors I had the sudden urge to go for a walk. The rain had cleared and our world had a show to put on, that seemed just for me. The night sky was filled with twinkling stars, the moon, almost full, illuminated a band of clouds, the air was warm and sweet, and dew lay heavy on the lawns of the neighbourhood. I am not trying to be poetic, I am describing, exactly, the scene that greeted me when I ventured outside last night. As I walked I felt whole, at peace. This is our world...........magnificent.
You mentioned that you, "can't believe that muscles would twitch for no reason." I think we all understand this frustration, this worry. However, after coming to terms with many things in my life because of BFS, there are few things that I "cannot believe."
I cannot believe that my life had come to a point where it took fasciculations to make me wake up, and take stock of my life. I seems impossible to believe that through BFS I would meet a new, and wonderful community of friends. I can't believe that in my pre-BFS existence, without health drama, that I felt little joy. It seems astonishing that before BFS.............I didn't believe in anything at all.
When you think of it, is it not unbelievable that some sticky-stuff and an egg could start the creation of a human being, a life-force. Is it not equally in-credible that we would grow to love this life force with a ferocity that would have us sacrifice our own life for it, if need be.
Ironically, what this disbelief engendered in me is...........belief!! I came to the realization that it was not unbelieving, but rather "awe" that was striking a chord. I, like a new born, had found myself, suddenly, inexplicably thrust into a world of noises, smells and colours. I drank it all in with acceptance, because, well.... it was there, and it was and continues to be wonderful.
Our world is real, to us anyway, it is the truth of our existence. That we are even alive at all may interest some to debate, but can you imagine arguing that we do not exist. I do not know why we twitch, but I accept, no, I believe that it is necessary for the continuance of my life: and that these fascics are not benign. Rather, they are the vigour through which my physical self is confering with my spiritual self to "get real."
You will bring another life into the world, one that you will nurture and love. Your four year old will see this and understand it, and believe in it. Declare yourself well, declare yourself loved, declare that you love. What we believe or don't believe perhaps can be of little consequence. We can twitch and live, or we can not twitch and perish. For you see, it is the affirmation by which we live our lives which substantiates our beliefs, that lends credence to us having a soul.
I remember the birth of both of my children, they were the two greatest days of my life. Just remembering it brings a wide smile to my face, a joy to my being. All the very best.
Basso