title stolen from J. Browne & the eagles............
can't sleep again.....and it's hot....still.......not a breath of air outside or in.....well, that's not quite true as I have the a/c going in the bedroom
My oncologist is cheerleader perky. The day she told me that I had Hodgkins Lymphoma was like the happiest I'd ever seen her.....Of course, I only just met her that day so I really didn't have much to go on.......she asked me if I'd always marched to a different drummer, always done stuff just a little different than everyone else?......I just looked at her while Millyrose answered for me in the affirmative......then she told me that I had a very rare form of Hodgkins Lymphoma, one that less than four percent of lymphoma victims had......I don't think she said victim but that was her general drift.. she seemed thrilled about it......I told her that I was happy for her but that like Abe Lincoln, I could have passed on the honor......she's a great audience.....laughs at the slightest joke....'Course, I suspect that when someone is told they have cancer, their jokes would tend to be slight.....I prob'ly don't stand out from the herd there........
Anyway, I''ve been fighting diabetes for a long time.....I never tho't I'd actually win, y'understand, but I figured to come as close to a draw as I could. Now I seem to have a two-front war on my hands.....On the one hand....diabetes and on the other....cancer.......better not be anything else, I don't have any more hands....
Well, I'm yawning. I think I'll try sleeping again.......g'nite
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You watch the movie, Flight 93, and you allow yoursel to doubt the God of the old and new testaments exists. Surely, if he did, he would have helped those people, and destroyed the evil ones. Somehow it does not work that way. The Devil is the God of this present world, and is allowed to use such situations to bring people to doubt God. What I'm saying is, you might not be cured of diabetes and Hodgkins Lymphoma (and maybe you will), but that does not prove that God is not there and does not care. He allowed his own son to die on the cross, but in doing so Jesus conquered death with His resurrection. You must believe this and live what life is left here firmly believing that there is coming a great victory over hell and the grave, and then we shall understand who it was who was trying to blind us. That, I suppose, is how faith works. Faith is the substance of things hoped for; the evidence of things not seen. If Christ did not rise, if the Boble is naught but lies, then whom shall we turn to for hope? Believe, live your life as fully as possiblle with disease or other afflictions, and someday we shall see it all quiet clearly. To blame God for suffering (and I'm not saying you're doing this)can leave us miserable and whthout hope in the world; but to believe brings hope.
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