Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Fog.
Two things came to mind when I read the one word prompt for today. The first was a time I had driven in the thickest fog ever when I was in my 20s. I had left my parent’s home from a weekend visit, to drive the three-hour drive back to veterinary school. Just a little over an hour into my drive, I had to climb a plateau and I noticed the fog was forming fast. Soon, I would find myself creeping along in fog so thick that visibility was only about 5 feet in front of me. Talk about scary!!! Using headlights even on low beam made it much worse. Let me tell you, it was scary driving and it was very disorienting. I gripped the steering wheel so hard that my knuckles shined white and my hands were actually sore the following day. A drive that normally took only 3 hours took almost 5. I decided from that day forward that it would be perfectly fine with me if I never had to drive in fog again. But this last December, I found myself making that old familiar drive again. This time it was raining and I mean raining hard. Torrential downpours. The further east I drove, the harder it rained. Then, around the same plateau, the fog crept in. Though I had planned to arrive to my destination with plenty of daylight to spare, the decreased speeds I was having to travel due to the weather changed those plans and I drove the last leg of my journey in darkness. Have you ever driven at night, in heavy downpour, while in the fog? Hope your never have to! I think I can honestly say that the trip I made that cold day in December was one of the scariest I have ever made. I prayed the entire way and many times thought of pulling off somewhere to try to find a hotel but something just kept telling me to push on. I stopped once for a restroom break and to try to calm my frayed nerves and to get a soft drink.
I was told at the seminar the following day that many of the registrants didn’t make it due to the weather and that part of the interstate I had been travelling on had actually been closed down due to an accident involving a semi. I made it safely to my destination only by the grace of God.
The other thing that came to mind after reading the prompt for today is a time ten years ago right after my mother passed away. She had been sick with multiple cancers for two years. During that two years, I took her for doctor visits, for surgical biopsies, oncology visits, for chemotherapy treatments, to the hospital for what seemed like never-ending tests, and to the grocery store and drugstore. When she was nearing the end of her cancer journey, she was admitted to the hospital for hospice care, and then to a nursing home for a short period while we were waiting to get her admitted into a hospice residence where she would spend the last two months of her life. I’ve always said that the weeks after her death left me feeling like I was walking around in a fog. Suddenly, there were no more visits to the hospice residence. There were no doctors to visit, no hospitals to go to, no chemo treatments, no blood tests, or X-rays, or CT scans, or trips to specialists, and no grocery store trips. Only a lonely cemetery to visit. I felt lost and disoriented…. much like I felt the times I drove in the heavy dense fog.