Category Archives: Health

New Year’s Day 2013

It’s almost here! I guess it will be by the time this posts and you read it. Our New Year begins with uncertainty. Monday morning we got one of “those” calls. The ones you know are inevitable, but never want to receive.

My hubby’s dad has taken a couple falls in the past week or so, and the one Sunday night landed him in ICU.

I lost both my parents back in the 90s. All of a sudden, those emotions are resurrected, bubbling just beneath the surface, waiting to erupt.

I’m thankful for those experiences. They gave me insight into what my hubby is dealing with: the feeling of shock as one’s world is shaken; the unsettled mind which refuses to focus; questioning whether to go, and when; considering responsibilities at home and work. Until one has walked that road, there is no way to understand what those travelers are going through. Oh, how I wished for someone to come alongside, someone who understood my pain.

But now, I am that person. I am able to offer comfort from that which I received. My heart breaks for my hubby. I didn’t want these days to come so soon for him, the days when those who have always been strong, supportive, and reliable begin to falter. It’s so unexpected. We grew up with them taking care of us, we never expected the roles to be reversed. Never.

I take comfort in Ecclesiastes, Chapter 3. (The Bible) To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven…
Clicking the link will open a new page if you would like to read it.

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Hugs!

Let’s make the most of this new year. May we live on purpose, like we mean it. Don’t take a single day for granted, we are not promised tomorrow.

 

 

 

Hope

Beth Ann at “It’s Just Life” (finding the extraordinary in the ordinary) tagged me–YIKES, has it been three weeks?–to write a post on hope. I hope she hasn’t given up on me. 

When I think of hope, one of the first things that comes to mind is my fourth granddaughter, Kai-Le Hope. She was born in China, a very sick baby, with a liver ailment. This tiny babe was swaddled in a blanket and left on a train. Her family must have had hope, hope someone would take her in and find the medical care she badly needed.  

The infant was taken to another woman, who knew someone at an orphanage, who saw the jaundiced infant and had hope the orphanage doctor would be able to help her. 

At the orphanage, she was given the name Hope. Surgery was provided through generous donations, a surgery that would hopefully sustain her life until she could receive a liver transplant.

The church our daughter and son-in-law attended provided support to this orphanage, and our family hoped to adopt a child from there.
After a wait of nearly two years, this little girl named Hope became part of our lives. 

 

2010

Kai-Le Hope is a happy, healthy, six-year-old who is in first grade this year. She has required no further surgery, and we hope she never will. 

Praise God from Whom all blessings flow.

Along with this challenge come three rules:

1.  Write a post about hope and publish it to your blog.

2.  Invite at least one person to blog about it, too.

3.  Link back to the person who invited you at the top of your post.

I would like to invite the following people to share a post on hope. 

1. Lynda at Walking Out My Door

2. Janna at JannaTWrites

3. Lilly at Apronhead

 

 

Hint of Fall, or Acorns R Us

There must be a faint hint of fall in the air. Why else would one make a cup of hot cocoa when the outside temperature is 86 degrees Farenheit? It was only 81 when I made it, if that accounts for anything. 

A “slight chance of scattered showers” hovered above the house briefly, temporarily dimming the brightness of Mr. Sun. He knew how fickle they were, and waited patiently for them to move on to greener roofs.

Stepping outside, the scent of summer no longer lingers. It has been pushed aside and replaced with an earthy, dried-grass smell. It won’t be long now until the signs and symptoms of hay fever appear.

Why must the beauty of each season have a down-side?  

In spring, green brightens everything with a layer of pollen, causing many to have itchy eyes and sneezy noses; yet it brings forth beautiful blossoms. The warmth of summer causes all things to burst forth with life, from weeds, poison ivy and mosquitoes, to the fruit of our garden labors. Autumn, much like spring in the seasonal-allergy department, brings those long-awaited cooler temperatures, and jellyfish to the seashore. Winter’s snow–we aren’t even going to go there! 

Maybe the question should be, why are we blessed with a bounty of beauty concurrent with the seasonal changes which wreak havoc with our sensitivities? 

Do you have a favorite season, and why?