So now I'm going on three weeks of some sort of heinous viral/bacterial/irritating/discouraging /hazardofthejob. Been through the sore throat, aches, completely stopped up, now going through the slightly stopped up, runny nose, coughupalung, ear congested portion of this bump in the road. I don't feel like it is a bump in the road. I feel like it's one of those huge speed humps that feel like your entire car is suspended while you drive over it. I'm tired of feeling tired. Tired of worrying about medicine allergies. Tired of missing Spring Break fun. Tired and so sad... I know, oh I know there is so much worse than this. In my confinement I've been reading of the precious Needham family who just lost their baby girl to a long battle with leukemia, or Vicky whose been battling stage 3 breast cancer for over a year. I tell myself remember these. Remember these and so many others.
Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery's shadow or reflection: the fact that you don't merely suffer but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer.
C.S. Lewis
Today...
I'm here. About six weeks sickish. Feeling better and in a better place. Thankful. Still coughing some. Still sniffling and sneezing some. Still wanting to be well. But thankful. Thankful for redirection. Thankful for drawing closer to Him again. Not close enough, but closer. Thankful for the ability to lean on His arms. Thankful for a new doctor with encouraging words. Thankful for hope.
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| Easter 2012- Granny Nell's house. |
Glad you are starting to feel better!
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