Dear Reader:

I am happy to announce that, as of yesterday, I rejoined the human race. Anne brought me some pasta and bread to try to get and keep something in my stomach and it worked. I have lost over ten pounds in the last two to three weeks.

The problem is trying to take the chemo medicines, along with congestion medicines without upsetting my stomach…not easy. Some days things work better than others. Over the weekend I experience a stomach “exorcism” where I think two weeks of “yuck” that had been stored came out any and every crevice. As bad as it was initially…it started the healing  through this ultimate “cleansing”process.

My biggest problem, however, has been my total lack of strength and stamina…with the white cell count so low…and my body trying to fight off the congestion crud…I have never felt  so completely depleted of energy.

I started thinking about the number of times I had read scripture asking for strength and I always took it to mean more emotional or spiritual strength than physical. This has changed. These days when I ask God for “strength” I mean physical strength to be able to walk from A to B without tiring.

Besides the pasta Anne was thinking about the book markers and name plates discussed in earlier blogs and as God’s Wink would have it this is the book marker she brought! The book marker reads:

May your spirits and strength be lifted by the wings of angels, your pathway guided by their hands, your heart made hopeful by their love.

I felt those old, almost forgotten stirrings of hope beaming back  as I ate some more food and actually tasted it for the first time in a long time. I felt myself interested in eating again…hallelujah!

I remember mother would always take us children (when we were little) to the beach in the late afternoon when the tide was going out leaving fun little pools for us to play in. Of course, as we got older…we decided it was more fun to go when the tide was coming in with all our floats…we could catch the best rides then.

The expression “the tide is turning” is fickle too…what once was… is now changing and for me…that is the best news every! I once was sick and now I am growing stronger each day and will soon be well! Thank you Father for Your strength in me. 

I prefer winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ~Andrew Wyeth

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

Little tiny sun flowers are still trying to smile back at the sun…it is so fun to find them hiding behind rocks and fences…a lovely surprise on a rainy cool winter day.