Angels Flying Close

White Trash in a Mink Coat/Blog     By: Patty Collins-King

Angels Flying Close                  August 13, 2017

One thing—among many—that I have learned is that girlfriends are girls and friends BUT, they are life lines too! We hold hands when we’re little, give hugs for many reasons when we’re older and hold onto each other’s arms for support when we’re really really old. We raise other girlfriends! We go thru some of the same things and ask…Am I crazy? Yes. Yes we are! And it’s not all bad because when we get to that crazy place for whatever reason…we get to talk about it! 🙂

3rd Wing~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I stare at three of the angels sitting on my desk. One is a wooden carved angel with her arms spread and three birds perching, two on one arm and one on the other. One of my girlfriends gave it to me for my fiftieth birthday to remind me to spread my wings and fly, and my heart flutters when I see it. Another angel is very tiny, on her knees and in prayer form, and she reminds me to be humble and grateful. My girlfriend gave her to me when her son was in Iraq because we tied a yellow ribbon around our maple tree in the front yard, and left a blue light shining in the dining room window. (He’s Home!!!) The third angel was given to me from a girlfriend who most likely had no idea that I like angels! She is a stately silver metal candle holder, waiving her wand and pulling up on her dress—such confidence she shows that I think she may take flight at any moment! I look at these angels every day on my desk along with the Erma Bombeck sign that says… “When I stand before God at the end of my life I would hope that I would have not a single bit of talent left and could say, I USED EVERYTHING YOU GAVE ME.” 

A few days into ABCD, after breast can-sur diagnosis, I remember a desperate helpless feeling came over me while my daughter and I were sitting at the kitchen table. When she told me to remember that I had my faith—we all did, albeit an iffy and shaky one at this point—and I told her that maybe I didn’t have enough, she threw words back at me that I had thrown at her and her brother many times, reminding me that it only had to be the size of a mustard seed. I broke down and said that I may not even have that anymore, and she replied, “Momma you do have that and so much more.” And I believed her. Yes, I believed her!

BUT THEN…as luck would have it, I had some problems speaking, like SURPRISE!—I sounded like a stroke victim! I heard my voice and I saw my families’ faces and we must have mirrored each other because I started hyperventilating while one grabbed a lunch paper bag, one jumped on their laptop and one called the my family emergency number for my doctor. I hear what they are saying, “breath in, breath out” but I do not hear that as clear as one of them telling me that I have to go immediately the next morning for a CT scan—embolism, dangerous stuff —might have to go back into surgery.  🙁

I am a train wreck so I try to breath and calm down enough to think of my gifts. Two of which are laying on the table beside me. One, a prayer square that was sent to me by one of my favorite people—which was not an accident—she was new in town and went to a random church who happened to be selling them that morning! Two, a little vial of holy water from the Catholic Church in New York that was sent to me by two of my favorite people—which was not an accident—for the mail came just in time! Seriously!!! I don’t know that anyone knows this up until now, but I prayed and I sprinkled some of that holy water over me, secretly, very secretly, ‘cause I really don’t want my husband to know just how crazy I am at this point, and I sleep with that prayer square over my once cancerous breast that was long gone and I pray, and I mean harder than I have ever prayed, except for the momma thing—please God bring her back—that all would be A-okay and that I would not be shuttled in for surgery the next morning. Well I thought God might like crazy just a little when He answered my prayer the next morning!!! I am thinking hard about my holy water and prayer square, and thanking Him so much for having mercy on me and not putting me through more medical torture than I thought I could endure! I’m also thinking about the Erma Bombeck saying… I USED EVERYTHING YOU GAVE ME! I don’t think that’s exactly what she had in mind but hey, that prayer square and holy water were gifts from people I love and sent just in time so I darn well put them to good use! Thank you, thank you to my three kind, beautiful, caring young women who gave me gifts that keep on giving! Now that’s a lifeline if I’ve ever seen one! 😀


Dream Big, Smile Often,

Love, Patty