Saturday, November 07, 2009
Many of you will remember Angel, our little darling who is visiting from the Philippines because her dad (missionary and pastor) needed to return home for treatment of stage four lung cancer. In addition to Angel's lovely singing, she is also gifted in dance and drama as expressions of worship. Angel did a mime performance for our church that absolutely blew me away. The powerful anointing on this beautiful little girl's life just lays me out. I cannot WAIT to see how God continues to use her gifts unto His glory.
I was not successful in trying to embed the youtube here so I'll just post the link. The song Angel used is, "Lord, You're Holy," by Karen Wheaton. If this doesn't make you want to jump to your feet and worship the Lord, you just may be anemic! lol
Thursday, October 29, 2009
A huge thank you to the many of you who prayed for my husband, Bill, and for me, too, as he had his kidney stone procedure yesterday. He'll have another one, for the right kidney, that one requiring a few days hospital stay, in December. So please don't quit praying, yet! The outpouring of concern and love and encouragement from my precious SparkFriends, our other online friends, our local friend and family blessed me so much. You boosted my faith and strength greatly.
The entire day was blessed in so many ways. First of all, they allowed me to stay in the tiny room they put is in when we arrived as I waited for Bill to have the procedure. This meant I didn't have to set up shop for the five hours of waiting out in the busy waiting area. I had enough stuff with me to keep boredom and hunger at bay!
1. My laptop (I have a laptop now, first time in my life!!)
2. My book bag with my 90 pound, large-print bible and study books in it
3. My purse that weighs a ton
4. My insulated bag with four servings of fruit and two of raw veggies, four bottles of water, two garlic chicken sandwiches on multi-grain bread (one for breakfast and one for lunch), cucumber/tomato salad, and a 100 calorie packet of mini gummi bears (for nervous chewing!)
Can you imagine me carrying all that every time I had to go tinkle? lol I was able to use the little table that goes over the hospital bed and spent nearly three hours of my waiting time talking to the Microsoft tech who took control of the laptop to try to get it to WORK. Windows 7 is brand, spanking new and has LOTS of issues. It's gonna take some serious tweaking. It got me to SparkPeople just fine, and that was a plus! Getting me to Charter's web-based mail was another story. It finally did work but it took hours, so I didn't get through a lot of Spark mails while at the hospital. I'll be all set up for the days we spend at the hospital in December, though!
I LOVE the urologist we finally ended up with. I prayed a lot that we'd have the best one for Bill. He was twice in the hands of other urologists and circumstances happened that prevented him from going into any kind of procedure with them. I knew this was the right man. He is a nice man, very pleasant, really listened to what we were saying. The right kidney is far worse than the left, but the left one was obstructed, so it had to be done first. When I saw the doctor in the hallway as they were wheeling Bill from the little room to the OR, he told he he'd been thinking about Bill having to go until December 3 with the substantial pain in the right kidney and he decided, since he was inserting two stints on the left side, to insert a thinner one on the right, hoping to give relief from some of that right-sided pain between now and when they do the more invasive procedure on it. He was attentive to the complications we face with Bill working out at sea four weeks and then being home two weeks. I appreciate that so much!
After the stints were in and Bill was being moved to the spot where they'd do the lipsotripsy (3,000 hits of soundwaves), the doctor came to the little room where I was waiting. In his hand he had two implements that can only be described as mini rotorooters, very much like the snakes a plumber uses to clear blocked toilet or bathtub lines. He said he figured that Bill, being a boat captain, would be interested in the mechanical side of how things work, so he salvaged the two disposable instruments that are used to go in through the penis, up through the urinary tract, all the way through bladder, and on into the kidney, then opened (See the little "basket" and the three tee tiny claws on them in the photo?) to capture the stones and reverse route to get them out of the body and analyzed. They captured the one obstructing the left kidney and then busted up the two remaining stones in the left kidney with the soundwaves.
Here's a close up for you.
The doctor said he figured Bill might want to take these to the boat when he returned to work as a sort of show and tell. LOL It's GOTTA be a boy thing. It gave me the willies just to LOOK at them. I thought it was neat, though, that the doctor thought enough about Bill to bring them back to me. He really thinks of his patients as PEOPLE, as people with lives that extend beyond the operating room. That's rare these days!
When it was all over and Bill was in recovery, the doctor came back to me and explained every single part of what they had done to my husband and why. He spied the laptop and my other things and commended me for using the down time wisely instead of wasting it. I got to tell him about SP and my successes here. He wanted to know about the Windows 7 issues. He noticed some new computer equipment on the wall behind me and asked: What's all THAT?! I looked behind me and replied that I hadn't a clue. It was obviously something new that he'd not seen there before. He surmised it was some new equipment for monitoring vitals. Then he grinned real big and said: Now see? You should have told me you set that up so you could do work while here and I'd have told everyone I met today how impressive you are for hooking all that stuff up on the wall! LOL He was too cute. Gotta love a man who is so happy in his work and in his life. I have a lot more faith in someone like that than someone who's forgotten how to smile or laugh, how to be interested in what's new in his surroundings and why, interested in how a wife is spending her time waiting while he does surgical procedures on her husband. For me, those traits in our urologist are a prescription for confidence!
The chef turned ship's captain patient is feeling much better today. He feels battered and bruised, of course, very sore, but he feels definite relief in even the right kidney, thank God. That was a big concern for me. He felt so good today that he even went to creating in the kitchen and made me a wonderful dish with pasta and tuna. If you go to my SparkPage and click MORE on the far right, then FAVORITES, Tuna Putanesca will be there. Super tasty stuff!!
Thank you again and again and again! I so appreciate you taking these many and varied steps of life with me. Your presence in my world makes EVERYthing easier, more bearable, sweeter, more fun. Much love and abundant blessings to you!!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Sometimes I just need a laugh. I thought today I'd share mine with you!
I thought about the 30 year business I ran with 1800 employees, all without a Blackberry that played music, took videos, pictures and communicated with Facebook and Twitter.
I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven kids, their spouses, 13 grandkids and 2 great grand kids could communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.
That was before one of my grandkids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and something that sends every message to my cell phone and every other program within the texting world.
My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.
The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it's red] phone I am supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife as everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. Seems I have to take my hearing aid out to use it and I got a little loud.
I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-ul-ating" You would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me. She would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at the next light. Then when I would make a right turn instead, it was not good.
When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GSP lady, at least she loves me.
To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the cordless phones in our house. We have had them for four years, but I still haven't figured out how I can lose three phones all at once and have to run around digging under chair cushions and checking bathrooms and the dirty laundry baskets when the phone rings.
The world is just getting too complex for me. They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on something themselves but this sudden "Paper or Plastic?" every time I check out just knocks me for a loop.
I bought some of those cloth reusable bags to avoid looking confused but I never remember to take them in with me.
Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "Paper or Plastic?" I just say, "Doesn't matter to me. I am bi-sacksual." Then it's their turn to stare at me with a blank look.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
It was my great honor and joy to have befriended Pebbles. Her health struggles were many and severe. Even in the midst of them she found time to reach out to so many of us, her SparkFriends. Her faith in God and His word was genuine. Her desire to know more of His word and to live as He would want her to live was sincere. Her interest in others and her compassion for them was huge. She loved SparkPeople thoroughly. She occupied a large place in our hearts that will take time to heal now that she's gone. My compassion and prayers extend to her husband, Daniel, and their two children. I rejoice that Pebbles' name was written in the Lamb's book of life and that her struggles are over. She is, at last, in the arms of unconditional love, worshiping our Beloved forevermore, cheering us on to our own finish lines. I will miss her terribly. I will meet her in glory one of these days.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
I got this from a friend today and in light of yesterday's news story about the ousted Ralph Loren model, I thought it was appropriate to share it today!
Recently, in a large French city, a poster featuring a young, thin and tan woman appeared in the window of a gym. It said:
"THIS SUMMER DO YOU WANT TO BE A MERMAID OR A WHALE?"
A middle-aged woman, whose physical characteristics did not match those of the woman on the poster, responded publicly to the question posed by the gym.
To Whom It May Concern:
Whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, sea lions, curious humans). They have an active sex life, they get pregnant and have adorable baby whales. They have a wonderful time with dolphins stuffing themselves with shrimp. They play and swim in the seas, seeing wonderful places like Patagonia and the coral reefs of Polynesia.
Whales are wonderful singers and have even recorded CDs. They are incredible creatures and virtually have no predators other than humans.. They are loved, protected and admired by almost everyone in the world.
Mermaids don't exist. If they did exist, they would be lining up outside the offices of psychoanalysts due to identity crisis. Fish or human?
They don't have a sex life because they kill men who get close to them. Therefore they do not have kids either. Not to mention, who wants to get close to a girl who smells like a fish store?
The choice is perfectly clear to me; I'd rather be a whale.
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