An expression of capacity

I've been bargaining and reasoning with my mom and husband on all the reasons why it would be OK to do a headstand despite orders to wait 6 weeks. My mom is putting her energy into a daily, ferocious, and unsuccessful battle against the ants in the house.  Meanwhile, Harry is building a strong case to persuade the medical staff  to let Jack come home.  So, since I can't do my yoga practice I  looked up the word 'patience' in the dictionary as I felt we needed a reminder...

 pa*tience noun :the capacity to accept or tolerate delay, trouble, or suffering without getting angry or upset. Hmmm... clearly this is a test of our capacity.  I trust that everything prior to this point has prepared us for this moment. Occasionally, we just need to get utterly frustrated and then remember how deeply equipped we are and that we have the capacity, strength, and patience to wait a little while longer. 

Fortunately, Jack is doing much better. The rash and fever mysteriously disappeared without a full understanding of the root cause. Apparently, this is not too uncommon after transplant with all the meds he is on and being immuno-suppressed but as long as it goes away they don't get too concerned.   He is pretty wiped out after 2 days of Benadryl and a fever so we are working to rebuild his strength and stamina. He's a little nervous to stand on his own two feet but such a simple act even for us 'grown-ups'  can be hard at times. 

Jack's blood pressure it a touch high which earned him another night on the 5th floor. Argh! (One more night for Harry to polish up on his lines of  the movie "Chicken Little").  Again, not uncommon after transplant but something they want stabilized before he comes home.  Jack's bag is packed and dad has one foot out the door already. We hope tomorrow will be the day.