Hello, my sweet readers! Thank you for your patience these past four weeks since we returned home from our trip of a lifetime. I still plan to get posts written and pictures posted of that trip, but I just have to be honest with you.
The past month, and the past two weeks especially, have been emotionally exhausting for me.
I'll tell you just a bit about the past two weeks. On Thursday, November 6th, a friend and I set off for Spokane, WA, to attend the Inland Northwest Ladies' Gala. We had a great time there, seeing friends we may only see that one time a year and listening to my favourite conference speaker, Mrs. Francie Taylor. Although I'd just come home from a long trip - which meant lots of relaxation time - I still felt in my spirit that I needed revival. I got that during that ladies' conference, and I came home refreshed spiritually, but worn out emotionally, for personal reasons.
The day I returned home, November 8th, was my dad's 70th birthday. My family and I posted on Facebook, praising my dad and telling how much he means to us. In one posting my mother made, she mentioned that Daddy wasn't feeling well, after running a fever all week. I had talked to him earlier in the week, so I knew about the fever, and I was surprised it was still present. So that weighed on my mind. Mother said he would go to the doctor on Monday if the fever wasn't gone.
Then, my uncle (my birth mother's brother) commented to wish my dad a happy birthday, and mentioned that his brother, my Uncle Bob, was in the hospital and starting chemo the next day. Chemo?! What was that about???
So now I have two men I love who are sick - and I don't know what's wrong with either of them!
On Sunday afternoon, my mom texted that she was taking my dad to the emergency room. His fever had risen, and the nurse at the doctor's office said take him right away to the hospital. At first the doctors could find no infection, but in the course of running tests, they found a blood clot near his spleen. A blood clot? I had just lost a childhood friend the month before to a blood clot! You see how these things preyed on my mind? One thing after another.
Long story short about my dad, they put him on IV antibiotics and blood thinners, and on Friday of that week he was able to go home, feeling much better and well on his way to recovery. Praise the Lord! He is still fine, and scheduled to resume his normal activities next week.
Last Monday, I was thinking I needed to call my uncle to find out what was wrong with my Uncle Bob and see how he was doing. I made a note to call him that evening. Late that afternoon, though, my cousin (Uncle Bob's son) called me on my cell phone. I knew immediately that this was not good news, because Jeff never calls me. And I was right. This was not good news. My Uncle Bob had passed away just a few minutes before. For the first time, I learned that my uncle had been diagnosed with leukaemia just ten days earlier. Doctors had tried chemo, but it was not working at all, so they had sent him home to make him comfortable. He'd had several good days, but on Monday, he woke up very ill and became progressively worse during the day.
This was such a shock to me! I hadn't seen this coming, and I felt like I'd been slammed against a brick wall! Honestly, all week I've found tears just running down my face. I've seen my uncle's face a thousand times in memories, and I've remembered things that were forgotten years ago.
Today, Saturday, was Uncle Bob's funeral. My dad and mom went, and I'm so thankful they could do that. It made me feel that a part of me was there with my family. But my heart still hurts that he is gone. Already. Way too soon.
I'm just trying to be honest with you. I am zapped. I need to get over this hurdle. I will get back here and post those pictures, but I just haven't been able to put my heart into it. Thank you so much for your patience.
Please pray for me if the Lord brings me to your mind. Thank you!