Emotions

I headed for the library tonight with an armful of books when I saw a UPS (United Parcel Service) slim package stuck in the door jamb. I’ve been setting a box outside for UPS because I think the little store that accepted UPS in our town went out of business.

After many days of seeing the box on our porch, my husband asked the legitimate question, “How long are you going to leave that box outside?”

I placed it inside the doorway a few days ago, tucked out of the way. The UPS guy always rings the doorbell; I’ll catch him when he drops something off, I thought.

We get the church parcels at our house if no one is there and they seem to get more deliveries from UPS.UPS Drivers Never Turn Left, and Neither Should You | Travel + LeisurePhoto from: http://www.goodsearch.com/search-web?utf8=%E2%9C%93&keywords=free+family-friendly+images+of+a+UPS+truck

I’ve been looking outside whenever I hear a heavy truck go by. We tend to receive items from the USPS (United States Postal Service) – some even delivered by UPS to them first.

The man with the big brown truck either didn’t ring the doorbell or I was in a noisy room and didn’t hear the rumble of his engine or the chimes.

I got instantly angry. Got in my car and drove slowly down to an intersection and the cutest child waved and smiled. I waved and smiled back and the anger lifted.

Earlier today I misunderstood my husband when he said something and I admit it, I snapped at him. I apologized immediately and he said, ”That’s okay. I know you’re in pain.”

I softened like a marshmallow about to be added to a gooey crisped rice cereal treat.

My husband is easier-going than I am. There are times when I’ll tell him what a great guy he is and he’ll tell me, “Yeah, until you’re mad at me again.”

What can I say to that? 🙂

I notice my emotions stay on a more even keel when I get to bed at a decent hour, eat as healthy as possible, read the Bible and pray earlier in the day, get my work done, exercise and see people.

We have a bakery in town and once I bought a bagel and a cup of tea. I told the lady I actually came in just for some human contact.  Photo from: http://images.search.yahoo.com/yhs/search;_ylt=A0LEV70_9H9ZNX8AlOdjmolQ;_ylu=X3oDMTBsa3ZzMnBvBHNlYwNzYwRjb2xvA2JmMQR2dGlkAw–?_adv_prop=image&fr=goodsearch-yhsif&va=free+family-friendly+images+of+a+bagel+and+cup+of+tea

A disadvantage of writing is that it’s a solitary pursuit.

The baker stopped mid-stride to the back room and chatted for just a minute, which suited me fine. People can be so kind.

I hope you’re doing well. I go back to Physical Therapy tomorrow for aches and pains. My heart goes out to folks with chronic pain. A friend of mine deals with that and she prays and uses humor to cope.

May God bless you.

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Once Again

Today is another day of re-directed plans. No Seder. My husband ended up having bronchitis and got on an antibiotic earlier so he can recuperate quickly. Lots of people have been praying for a fast recovery.

I texted our friends and gave our regrets. They are very gracious. I swallowed my disappointment and decided to focus on germ removal and singing songs about God being with us in the storm. It’s raining today on and off, besides.

We decided to stay home so he can rest another full day. He slept a ton yesterday and all last night and today he’s lazing around. That’s not his style.

I’m washing bedding in hot water and serving healthy foods. I went to the store for his medicine so he could get it in him bright and early. My next step is to disinfect the place with cleaners that aren’t harsh on the lungs.

I’d give him echinacea tea, but he hates all tea. lol. Echinacea supports the immune system. Too much white sugar puts the immune system to sleep.

http://www.helpmychronicpain.com/blog/bid/69494/immune-system-support-during-the-school-year offered insight from an article by a “USA Today” correspondent that I couldn’t read because an ad covered it up. The above site quoted the “USA Today” article, which was my intent.

They both speak of “Examiner” author Kate Pfeiffer’s article entitled “Worried about the Swine Flu? Avoid Sugar!”

I couldn’t find the exact amount to avoid. The test that used twenty teaspoons of sugar that is equivalent to what is found in a liter of soda left very few white cells active and available to battle unhealthy bacteria.

Hallelujah Diet recommends raw foods and a vegan lifestyle. Following is a link:

http://www.myhdiet.com/healthnews/health-news/how-sugar-affects-your-immune-system/ says:

Refined Sugar Consumption Causes Physical Problems

“Refined sugar suppresses the immune system, a system God placed in our bodies so that it would resist germs, viruses, and bacteria. A person with a suppressed immune system will have little resistance to colds, the flu, pneumonia, and so much more.”

I don’t want to give up all sugar, but I do try and limit it because after I eat sugar, I tend to be tired unless it’s in a caffeinated drink and then I get hit with fatigue a bit later. So, I try to limit caffeine too, because it’s hard on the body, particularly the heart or circulation system.

Well, I’d best sign off since the post accidentally got published way before I finished researching it. If you saw an interrupted version, I apologize. The publish button was very close to the internet button at the bottom of my page.

When health becomes compromised, it affects our plans and our choices. No Seder today because of my husband’s coughing and the weakness and the need for rest. May you be healthy if what’s ailing you comes under your own control. I wish that for me and for all others. May you be healthy if you inherited a disease.

God bless!

 

 

 

Pondering Cancer Treatments and Perfect Peace

Do you ever ponder? Sometimes I wonder if what I think about is something God wants me to be prepared for. Or because He knows what I’m thinking, does He then allow it? Even thought He’s outside of time and knows the beginning from the end.

In my naiveté and my intense longing for people to come to faith in and allegiance to Christ, I pictured myself in a situation. I, along with others, were in a waiting room. We had cancer. I witnessed to my fellow chemo-therapy patients about the joy of being a child of God. It felt right. I smiled.

Of course, there was no reality of fear of the diagnosis or the pain of the procedure. Having participated in the Hallelujah Acres or Hacres.com recommended lifestyle, I don’t even believe in chemo-therapy or radiation. I’m convinced of healthy eating habits and exercise to put anti-oxidants in my bloodstream and to reduce stress. I also believe in the Bible. One verse says, “You are not your own, you were bought with a price.”

Which means Jesus has called me to sacrifice myself for the well-being of others. This thinking is all well and good until you go to the dermatologist for a standard appointment. When  “By the way, will you check out this small irritation on my shoulder?” turns into an immediate biopsy, (which my doctor has never done), and then a diagnosis of a rapid growing skin cancer, I’m no longer philosophizing about the dreaded disease.

Did I do as I think Reverend George Malkmus of Hallelujah Acres would do and not get the offending site surgically removed? No. I went to the general surgeon a week ago and had him cut away the bad with the hopes that he reached all healthy tissue. I’ll find out the results and the prognosis tomorrow. I have 2 1/4 inches of Frankenstein-like stitches on my left shoulder, black thread to be removed tomorrow. As a Star Trek fan, I can’t help thinking it’s a barbaric way to treat the body.

So I sat on a wooden chair, bar stool height and played guitar for church services two times today, balancing the instrument on my legs.

I asked  my husband to go to the doctors’ tomorrow in case they want to remove more of my shoulder or if they suggest treatment. I want his support. I’ve prayed for healing and received others’ prayers for healing. I’m also very aware that this planet is not my home and heaven promises to be far better.

I believe God healed me. Maybe He’s testing me, “Do you intend to act on these thoughts of yours to witness to patients in the same situation as you are in?”

Frankly, I’d rather act on less painful scenarios that play their way through my mind.

I trust God. He’s answered way too many prayers and given me a deep abiding peace in the midst of struggles, to doubt His loving intervention in my life.