Chronic Illness
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Peace in His Presence… ALWAYS
Let me take you back to when I was little. The time in life when any performance, or sport, or school project, etc, was ultimately about the snack at the end of the game, or the flowers, or trophy at the end. And beyond that, what left the greatest impact on me, for life, was who showed up. Grandparents. Mom. Dad. My brother. Family. Close Friends. After the snack and flowers and trophies are gone, the lasting impact, are the people, who thought I was worth dropping all other things and decided to take the time to come see me. It was a gift to know my people would be…
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You don’t LOOK sick?
Question for the day: Why do we say this, “You don’t look sick,” as if we have to look a certain way to be deemed “sick.” And what does it mean to be “sick?” To one person, it could mean a momentary illness, a cold, virus, or infection. To another, it could be lifelong daily maintenance, caution, awareness, and appointments. And then there are the people that claim they NEVER GET SICK, good golly, at some point you have had to blow your nose or cough – just be real. (sense my sarcasm) The dictionary’s definition of sick is this: “affected by physical or mental illness.” I agree with this…
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Slow down… Consider…
Okay, as I begin to type this, my heart beats a little faster, I’m a little dizzy, but I believe I must write this for many reasons. (I wrote it over a month ago, but now I need to share it:)) If you will remember, I’m not a sweetie, nor do I like to argue. I LOVE facts, and when a fact is not available I ask for the next best thing, TRUTH. I am someone who has always known life with the daily medical world, and I am also a Medical Mama. My personality is a slower pace, quicker to pause, introvert. And honestly, I have had to be…
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Flashback Snapshots
Photos… home videos… recordings… handwritten notes… these things mean a lot when the people in them, who have written them, made them are with us. The magnitude of what they mean when we no longer have these people physically with us, is a heart-exploding emotion. Do you agree? I tend to be the reflective, love of family history, love of history in general kinda girl. I’ve been told I am an old soul, and I can see that. I can find myself surrounded by black and white slides, vhs and cassette tapes, listening to George Beverly Shea. I find comfort in home videos, and I believe this is because of…
