Please Continue to Pray
Al now has the fungus back after taking a full dose of medication. It has attacked his toes. His…
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Tel us about the experience of being outside, looking in — however you’d like to interpret that.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us OUTSIDE.
I look down at my body and what I see I don’t like. But do I really do anything about it? No, well I can say yes if I am not caring for Al, or the weather is nice. If it is warm, or if the sun is shining, or if I have nothing better to do. If no one is stopping by. If I don’t have any laundry or house to attend to. Depends on how I feel. If I get up in time. If I have no errands to run.
I stand looking down at my body. I glance at Al laying there in his bed. Four steel sets of bars holding him so he doesn’t fall out. A cheap, hard, plastic mattress is what he lies on, while I have a pillow top mattress at the other end of the house.
I look down at my body and I see my worn out slippers and my house coat I am standing in. I should get dressed but geesh, who really cares. Then I glance up at Al and he is clothed in a cloth brief, a cut up the back T-shirt. His toes are shoeless. He has a cotton sheet draped over him. Pillows stuffed under, beside every direction to keep him from getting bedsores.
I look down at my body and I wish I could find the time to take a nice, long, hot bubble bath. Soaking in my favorite scent, splashing hot water down my back. Listening to my favorite music while I watch the glow from the lit candles surrounding me. Then I glance up at Al and I can’t remember the last time he felt water splash over his body. Each day he receives at least one bed bath. We all know there is no better feeling than climbing out of a nice shower or bath.
I look down at my body and I glance up at Al.
A sister I know I am
A stranger I do feel
There is no worse feeling
When you know this is very real
Doing all I can
But never quite enough
His illness makes him weak
But I am growing tough.
It isn’t cool looking outside, in
I can not find one word to say
But I know he is my brother I love
And maybe Jesus will come here today.
Life is hard here at home. You all know it by following my blog. I try very hard to find one thing that I can see to show me life is still alive and hope is still something I can cling to.
Today, I raced down to the mailbox to see if a gift has arrived that Al; http://kattermonran.com, has arranged for my brother, Al.
When I came back I heard some strange sounds. I looked up into the skies and these were flying in circles above our house. I hurried inside and grabbed my good friend, my camera and stood outside waiting for them to return. Here is what I captured.
If you don’t take time to notice the small stuff, you won’t ever appreciate the big stuff………..T.S.
Al now has the fungus back after taking a full dose of medication. It has attacked his toes. His feet go from hot to cold and I can feel a wetness that I can not see in his hands and feet.
For a few days off and on he will carry a temperature. I give him medication to bring it back down but was told that in time he will spike a temp that will remain.
His eyes are still swollen and the one eye is very red. He told me he saw two TV’s and he is not on any mind altering drugs. I think his body is beginning to take a new journey. It must be a slow process but I do see changes almost daily.
Today, he had a cup of ice-cream twice and I am about to go in and see if he is hungry. He is still drinking but I have to hand-feed him his drinks through a straw, holding the one end with my finger tip and releasing the liquid into his mouth.
I just hate what is happening. I don’t know which is worse anymore, the MSA or the journey to heaven’s gates.
I am just asking you, my friends to continue to pray, asking for a smooth and comfortable journey for Al.
I love the Indian quote
After watching an episode or three of Criminal Minds yesterday, I thought I would look to see the quotes that are used at the beginning and end of the episodes. Some of them are very poignant. Some are created for the characters. All have a huge meaning. like –
“I believe humanity was born from conflict. Maybe that’s why in all of us lives a dark side. Some of us embrace it. Some have no choice. The rest of us fight it. And in the end, it’s as natural as the air we breathe. Some point, we’re forced to face the truth…ourselves.” ~ Penelope Garcia
A while ago I posted a piece of inspiration from a Cherokee grandfather.
An old Cherokee told his grandson: “My son, there is a battle between two wolves inside us all. One is Evil. It is anger, jealousy, greed, resentment, inferiority, lies and ego…
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