After total knee replacement in October and then dealing with Levaquin toxicity in December, my body has taken a beating. No longer do I take simple things for granted, such as walking, sleeping, digesting food, or living without constant pain. Rather, I’m focusing on small steps–an hour or two of uninterrupted sleep, the blessings of having a job that I can work from home, children who are grown and don’t need my constant attention, spending time with grandchildren, and a loving and sympathetic husband and teenage son who are helping me through this.
While I am unsure as to my longevity, or future mobility, I’m grateful for each moment, each kindness, and each day to wake up and see the sunshine.
There are many unanswered prayers, but I trust that the same God that allowed this illness to happen will see me through the vicissitudes of life that far out-shadow the physical pain.
Life is short, sometimes shorter than we ever imagined, but one aspect of coming face to face with your mortality is the appreciation of all the gifts we have taken for granted.
I look back at my five children and am in awe of who they have become. My eldest daughter and her husband are living an amazing, God-filled life and are expecting their first baby, my eldest son finished four years in the Navy and will be graduating college this spring. He somehow manages to juggle school, work and raising our beautiful granddaughter-and does it well. My second son completed 6 years with the Marine reserves, and is employed as a prison guard–he and his lovely wife are the proud parents of a gorgeous daughter and are expecting their second baby in the fall. My second daughter and her husband are the proud parents of two wonderful boys, the newest born just after Christmas; and my youngest son is a junior in a minor seminary and has become such a holy, reverent and honorable young man.
How blessed I am and how can I complain to God if my life is cut short by this illness? -He has already given me so much.
James 5: 7-11
Be patient, then, brothers and sisters, until the Lord’s coming. See how the farmer waits for the land to yield its valuable crop, patiently waiting for the autumn and spring rains. You too, be patient and stand firm, because the Lord’s coming is near. Don’t grumble against one another, brothers and sisters, or you will be judged. The Judge is standing at the door!
Brothers and sisters, as an example of patience in the face of suffering, take the prophets who spoke in the name of the Lord. As you know, we count as blessed those who have persevered. You have heard of Job’s perseverance and have seen what the Lord finally brought about. The Lord is full of compassion and mercy.