Billy just called to tell me that Bob and Ruth are going to. Ahhhh man. That's 2 more reasons why Jim has to get better.
Jeremiah 33:3
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Passports and ceiling fans
Hi Everyone:
I hope you enjoyed our concert from our earlier post. :)
Well, Jim and I are getting our passports. If Jim is healed by May, we are going to go to Israel with Bill and Jeanie and Bob and Carol. Wahoo. Exciting to think about.
BUT...we needed more light in the bedroom that we are turning into an "everything" room, so I got this great deal on a ceiling fan for "fity" bucks. So far it's day 3, and it's still not finished. Jim stand on a stepstool, and I stand there right by him, because he's too unsteady on his feet, and this give him security. Isn't it wonderful to have someone stand by you? Doesn't it give you security? Anyway, he does a little and then he lays down for a while. And throughout it all, he never losses his smile. And in this, he's pushing himself...for me... He knows my love language is acts of service, and he's trying to show he loves me, and I'm yelling at him to stop until we can hire Tom, our new "lawn" guy (if he's cheap enuf. We can't have our church men cutting grass for 3 years now. That doesn't seem fair.) Anyway, it would have taken Jim an hour or two in the old days, an evening after work. And despite that, he doesn't get frustrated. He amazes me. No self-pity yet.
BUT...you see how many prayers we need to get to Israel. :) I think pure adrenaline from the excitement of the trip could help Jim survive the flight there, but how would I get him out of bed to get him home?
So pray people, pray. I mean, I think there is a very slim chance of us making it to Israel. This is not unbelief. I know God could heal Jim in a second. And I pray he does. But so far, as you know, God's got us on the slow track.
But isn't it exciting to think about? Wow. Israel. I have about 10 books about Israel. I've been wanting to go for years. Actually last year, Andrea's mom asked me to join her in a trip there. I knew it would only happen if Jim died, so I wasn't too excited about that. When we were down at the NIH, I actually went to a book sale at a Synogogue to add to my collection.
Anyway, I have to run. I really struggle still with trying to live my "new" life, scheduled. And I need this badly, to have a schedule. So please please please pray for me that I get back on track.
Bible study is going well. I'm getting better and less nervous. Mary, I wish were more free, you would be loving it. Next year.
I love all you readers.
I hope you enjoyed our concert from our earlier post. :)
Well, Jim and I are getting our passports. If Jim is healed by May, we are going to go to Israel with Bill and Jeanie and Bob and Carol. Wahoo. Exciting to think about.
BUT...we needed more light in the bedroom that we are turning into an "everything" room, so I got this great deal on a ceiling fan for "fity" bucks. So far it's day 3, and it's still not finished. Jim stand on a stepstool, and I stand there right by him, because he's too unsteady on his feet, and this give him security. Isn't it wonderful to have someone stand by you? Doesn't it give you security? Anyway, he does a little and then he lays down for a while. And throughout it all, he never losses his smile. And in this, he's pushing himself...for me... He knows my love language is acts of service, and he's trying to show he loves me, and I'm yelling at him to stop until we can hire Tom, our new "lawn" guy (if he's cheap enuf. We can't have our church men cutting grass for 3 years now. That doesn't seem fair.) Anyway, it would have taken Jim an hour or two in the old days, an evening after work. And despite that, he doesn't get frustrated. He amazes me. No self-pity yet.
BUT...you see how many prayers we need to get to Israel. :) I think pure adrenaline from the excitement of the trip could help Jim survive the flight there, but how would I get him out of bed to get him home?
So pray people, pray. I mean, I think there is a very slim chance of us making it to Israel. This is not unbelief. I know God could heal Jim in a second. And I pray he does. But so far, as you know, God's got us on the slow track.
But isn't it exciting to think about? Wow. Israel. I have about 10 books about Israel. I've been wanting to go for years. Actually last year, Andrea's mom asked me to join her in a trip there. I knew it would only happen if Jim died, so I wasn't too excited about that. When we were down at the NIH, I actually went to a book sale at a Synogogue to add to my collection.
Anyway, I have to run. I really struggle still with trying to live my "new" life, scheduled. And I need this badly, to have a schedule. So please please please pray for me that I get back on track.
Bible study is going well. I'm getting better and less nervous. Mary, I wish were more free, you would be loving it. Next year.
I love all you readers.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
a little fun
I ran across this picture of Jim back in December at the NIH, 2008. He was a few days from dying, so we thought. He had 50 pounds of water on him and his organs were failing. When I saw this picture, it took me 3 days to recover. As you can tell, I was crying. And there's my dear husband still smiling.
Here's what he looks like a year later, with new cells from his bro, and his wonderful birthday gift from his son John.
So he's doing pretty good at times. But he still stinks at Dominoes... And John....thanks for dad's gift. :/
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
I'm a bag bag blogger
Hi Everyone:
I can't believe I haven't written in so long.
Well, let's see what is new. I am an Aunt again. My neice Kelly had her baby and everything went fine with the C-section, delivery. So, I'm praising God for that one. (He was breech and then turned to the position of feet first. Scary.) He looks like a keeper. A very cute one, too. C-Section babies are always so nice and healthy looking.
My sister is having surgery on the 8th. She has 3 cycts (with 3 spots) on her ovaries. The doc's are positive about it. This is what we took her to the hospital for last summer when at the cottage. I hate that it took this long. Doc feels that % chance of it being cancer is 10 %. So, I'll probably worry 90 percent of the time about that 10 percent.
Do you ever feel that life is the sucking the life out of you? I do. But if you do the math on that one, it doesn't add up. Sounds like a spiritual problem to me....Again...
Jim is still fighting bronchitis. He's a little bit on the mend. I was starting to get a bit worried. But even with a healthy immune system, this bronchitis is hard to get rid of. The hard part for him is stamina. He doesn't have much to begin with, so his difficulty in breathing doesn't help.
I don't have much to report about the dear boy, other than that. He went to see a chiropractor yesterday. His crushed vertebre may be causing some additional pain, so he'll give him a few tries. Other than that, they just suck the money out of you. It's odd. I've gone to the chiropractor for my back, heal spurs and TMJ. Through massage and pressure point massage, he resolved the heal spurs and TMJ (and that was a big one) but he's never been able to help my back much. LOL. Odd. Anyway, we're just trying that just so we can rule it out probably.
It's nice not having to go to the NIH until March. It's amazing though how many things fight for my time. All of them I wish would just go away. Why can't I do what I want to do?
Pray for me. The sleep apnea is killing me. Slowly. But sleep apnea does that. My heart is starting to skip beats again from no sleep. I cannot use this Bi-pap. I usually have about 1 night success out of 30. I have tried everything lately. Lately I have required a chin strap. So, along with that rediculous mask, I'm to wear a chin strap that is so constrictive...and hot. I am actually packing it up and putting it away. Jim will attest to me giving it my best shot...again. I have an appt. with a dentist of sleep disorders and am having a mouth piece made that will pull my bottom jaw forward, opening up the breathing passage (we hope). I need a good nights sleep so badly. As I lose weight it will get better, but I'm struggling trying to get everything into my day, and I think the worse part of it all is how misserable and hopeless everything seems and feels when the body, brain, heart and other organs never get any REM sleep.
Well, I'm off to weight watchers, to visit my dad and drop off his meds. Have a good week all.
I can't believe I haven't written in so long.
Well, let's see what is new. I am an Aunt again. My neice Kelly had her baby and everything went fine with the C-section, delivery. So, I'm praising God for that one. (He was breech and then turned to the position of feet first. Scary.) He looks like a keeper. A very cute one, too. C-Section babies are always so nice and healthy looking.
My sister is having surgery on the 8th. She has 3 cycts (with 3 spots) on her ovaries. The doc's are positive about it. This is what we took her to the hospital for last summer when at the cottage. I hate that it took this long. Doc feels that % chance of it being cancer is 10 %. So, I'll probably worry 90 percent of the time about that 10 percent.
Do you ever feel that life is the sucking the life out of you? I do. But if you do the math on that one, it doesn't add up. Sounds like a spiritual problem to me....Again...
Jim is still fighting bronchitis. He's a little bit on the mend. I was starting to get a bit worried. But even with a healthy immune system, this bronchitis is hard to get rid of. The hard part for him is stamina. He doesn't have much to begin with, so his difficulty in breathing doesn't help.
I don't have much to report about the dear boy, other than that. He went to see a chiropractor yesterday. His crushed vertebre may be causing some additional pain, so he'll give him a few tries. Other than that, they just suck the money out of you. It's odd. I've gone to the chiropractor for my back, heal spurs and TMJ. Through massage and pressure point massage, he resolved the heal spurs and TMJ (and that was a big one) but he's never been able to help my back much. LOL. Odd. Anyway, we're just trying that just so we can rule it out probably.
It's nice not having to go to the NIH until March. It's amazing though how many things fight for my time. All of them I wish would just go away. Why can't I do what I want to do?
Pray for me. The sleep apnea is killing me. Slowly. But sleep apnea does that. My heart is starting to skip beats again from no sleep. I cannot use this Bi-pap. I usually have about 1 night success out of 30. I have tried everything lately. Lately I have required a chin strap. So, along with that rediculous mask, I'm to wear a chin strap that is so constrictive...and hot. I am actually packing it up and putting it away. Jim will attest to me giving it my best shot...again. I have an appt. with a dentist of sleep disorders and am having a mouth piece made that will pull my bottom jaw forward, opening up the breathing passage (we hope). I need a good nights sleep so badly. As I lose weight it will get better, but I'm struggling trying to get everything into my day, and I think the worse part of it all is how misserable and hopeless everything seems and feels when the body, brain, heart and other organs never get any REM sleep.
Well, I'm off to weight watchers, to visit my dad and drop off his meds. Have a good week all.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Monday of a new year
Well, it's time for that "fresh start" thing. Monday...gym....counting points.
There's no more candy, cookies, chips, cakes.
I ate them all.
sigh...
Friday, January 1, 2010
He broke tradition???
Happy New Year everyone:
Well, my husband, the brat, broke tradition. He griped and groaned and they let him out. So he sprung that joint and came home before 24 hours were up, and we celebrated the new year at home. Okay Okay. I slept, Jim worked on the budget. Silly me, but I had a glass of wine on an empty stomach. And, well...that was all she wrote. Okay. 1.5 glass of wine. But seriously, it wasn't that much. And it was at dinner time. So... I don't know.
Today, I can't move. I can't walk. I can't breath in deep. I actually sound like Jim. Umph.. Ohhl. Ouch. OOOuuu. Eeee. See, I went to the gym yesterday. I did my class that I haven't done in months called, "Everything but the kitchen sink." It's 1.5 hours of intervals cardio/weights, and then I went and met with the trainer (I love my gym...the trainer's are part of the dues. It's great) and he gave me a workout. That took an hour. So, after 4 months, I worked out 2.5 hours. HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have to hurt more than Jim. Even my hair hurts!!! Is that possible? Oh, it is. It is. Our budget keeps getting tighter. Maybe I should eliminate the gym...hmmmm.
I wish you all a Happy New Year... I wish us a Happy New Year. I know it will have to be happy in the sense that what the Lord allows in our life draws us to him, because true "happiness" only comes from Him, from abiding IN HIM. This abiding, I am learning is not a daily thing, but a position thing. You don't "do it" and then move on. It's where I need to live. Knowing this, why is it that I tend to run all over the place looking for that elusive happiness when I know where it is found? What is it with us humans? Or maybe I should ask, what is it with me? As some of you might already have arrived here. I know it can only be found in the Savior's Arms, but still I keep looking around the world, thinking that maybe I can add to the equation, Jesus and... will make me happy.... Before I know, it's more of the "and" and less of the Jesus. And I find myself miserable and wanting again, starting from scratch.
So, I make no resolutions, as I fail miserably at them. But I do resolve to always turn back to you Lord. But even that, He does. He allows the homeless/emptiness feeling to come in, drawing me back home, to Him, to be filled once again.
Well, my husband, the brat, broke tradition. He griped and groaned and they let him out. So he sprung that joint and came home before 24 hours were up, and we celebrated the new year at home. Okay Okay. I slept, Jim worked on the budget. Silly me, but I had a glass of wine on an empty stomach. And, well...that was all she wrote. Okay. 1.5 glass of wine. But seriously, it wasn't that much. And it was at dinner time. So... I don't know.
Today, I can't move. I can't walk. I can't breath in deep. I actually sound like Jim. Umph.. Ohhl. Ouch. OOOuuu. Eeee. See, I went to the gym yesterday. I did my class that I haven't done in months called, "Everything but the kitchen sink." It's 1.5 hours of intervals cardio/weights, and then I went and met with the trainer (I love my gym...the trainer's are part of the dues. It's great) and he gave me a workout. That took an hour. So, after 4 months, I worked out 2.5 hours. HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have to hurt more than Jim. Even my hair hurts!!! Is that possible? Oh, it is. It is. Our budget keeps getting tighter. Maybe I should eliminate the gym...hmmmm.
I wish you all a Happy New Year... I wish us a Happy New Year. I know it will have to be happy in the sense that what the Lord allows in our life draws us to him, because true "happiness" only comes from Him, from abiding IN HIM. This abiding, I am learning is not a daily thing, but a position thing. You don't "do it" and then move on. It's where I need to live. Knowing this, why is it that I tend to run all over the place looking for that elusive happiness when I know where it is found? What is it with us humans? Or maybe I should ask, what is it with me? As some of you might already have arrived here. I know it can only be found in the Savior's Arms, but still I keep looking around the world, thinking that maybe I can add to the equation, Jesus and... will make me happy.... Before I know, it's more of the "and" and less of the Jesus. And I find myself miserable and wanting again, starting from scratch.
So, I make no resolutions, as I fail miserably at them. But I do resolve to always turn back to you Lord. But even that, He does. He allows the homeless/emptiness feeling to come in, drawing me back home, to Him, to be filled once again.
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