Day 5 of no shoes for my man, and his pressure sore is greatly improving. It's amazing how something so small and in such a simple place can create such havoc on the body. I'm thankful Bobby keeps his vanity in its place and is not afraid to wear houseshoes in public. That would be awful if life had to screech to a stop because of something so "small". He was concerned about my reaction. To me, it's a no brainer: wear shoes and have him lose a foot or have a stroke (people with paralysis have a condition that raises their blood pressure when there's a problem...the body's way of screaming "There's a problem here!" when the nervous system can't do it's rightful job), or wear houseshoes and us live life normally. Is there a choice?
This seems to be the week for medical dramas...though one, like my friend Celia who has been about to pop for a month now, is pretty awesome. At 1pm today, the process begins for little Easton (who Bobby's still calling BooBoo) to arrive.
Others, not so awesome. My Mom is having some minor to serious health issues right now, for which we don't have a whole lot of answers. We've had some good news, but she's still very dizzy, having vision problems, and is also dealing with a lot of inflammation in both muscles and nerve endings.
My cousin Rachel has the first round of reconstruction surgery this month. She's more than ready to start the last leg of her cancer journey. My friend Wendy is just a few months behind her. And Hank, Bobby's best friend, received word that the terminal tumors in his lungs are no longer there...but he's now facing chemo to deal with all the tumors outside his lungs.
And one of my Facebook group friends is really struggling right now. I married into the quad/disability life. I can't imagine having your normal married life stolen and being forced into it. To me, that adds an entirely different emotional dimension to the frustrations of disability. And my heart hurts for her, for what she's lost.
I like to fix and organize things. But some things in this world I simply have no power over. And today I turn to my Great Physician, who has the power not just over the body but also over the heart and mind and soul. I am so greatful and awed that the One who sees the entire picture, not just the present moment and the thoughts and intent of the heart, but also the future moments of joy, elation, pain, and frustration, cares enough to tell me "Don't let your heart be troubled" (John 14:1). Easier said than done, but still very reassuring.
This seems to be the week for medical dramas...though one, like my friend Celia who has been about to pop for a month now, is pretty awesome. At 1pm today, the process begins for little Easton (who Bobby's still calling BooBoo) to arrive.
Others, not so awesome. My Mom is having some minor to serious health issues right now, for which we don't have a whole lot of answers. We've had some good news, but she's still very dizzy, having vision problems, and is also dealing with a lot of inflammation in both muscles and nerve endings.
My cousin Rachel has the first round of reconstruction surgery this month. She's more than ready to start the last leg of her cancer journey. My friend Wendy is just a few months behind her. And Hank, Bobby's best friend, received word that the terminal tumors in his lungs are no longer there...but he's now facing chemo to deal with all the tumors outside his lungs.
And one of my Facebook group friends is really struggling right now. I married into the quad/disability life. I can't imagine having your normal married life stolen and being forced into it. To me, that adds an entirely different emotional dimension to the frustrations of disability. And my heart hurts for her, for what she's lost.
I like to fix and organize things. But some things in this world I simply have no power over. And today I turn to my Great Physician, who has the power not just over the body but also over the heart and mind and soul. I am so greatful and awed that the One who sees the entire picture, not just the present moment and the thoughts and intent of the heart, but also the future moments of joy, elation, pain, and frustration, cares enough to tell me "Don't let your heart be troubled" (John 14:1). Easier said than done, but still very reassuring.
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