A goose egg lies beneath silken hair, Hidden from vision And unfelt beyond the one that bears it. It holds memories and injury That continues beyond the moment, And haunts the one that bears it. It is something that isn't spoken of, That cannot and could not be controlled And has brought experience only enjoyed by the one that bears it. As I celebrate seven years since my stroke and surgery, I feel areas in and on my head in many ways. Sometimes, I feel as if I've just hit my head, and the many memories haunt me. I wonder if full healing is possible, and I revisit my experience to renew my gratitude. My experience isn't ideal to others, and I can understand that, but I will always feel blessed to have been trusted with what I have and be allowed to live. My story isn't about what could've been gained in life if I were another. My life is about loving and accepting the bounty that I’ve been offered. There is no sense in contemplating what I can't control when I can dedicate myself to appreciating all that I do have. I've always felt luck in the number seven, and I believe that big changes are coming. I will no longer plan an exact future or outcome. I will live moment to moment, at peace with not-knowing and appreciating all that is.