Posts Tagged ‘illness’

Grandpa – Fix Yourself for Us Now!

Thursday, September 22nd, 2016

Our Grandpa has cancer.  This is the Grandpa who stabilizes our lives. The one who keeps the computers running, fixes the appliances, repairs the leaking bicycle tire. The one who can take a handful of playdoh and make it into a dinosaur for Nature Boy. The one the Little Guy goes to and begs to be spun in a circle until both of them are too dizzy to stand up.

No cancer is good cancer but this one is particularly nasty.  It’s a highly aggressive lymphoma that made it to Stage IV before we knew he was sick. It’s hanging out not only in his abdomen but in his bone marrow and spinal fluid.  I’m a mommy.  I kiss hurts and make them better.  Won’t help with this hurt.

When we were told this, I just broke down and cried. Grandpa loves us and promises to not give up. That’s not an easy thing when ports are being inserted in your head to take the chemo; when special IV’s are placed in your chest, when you must spend 5 days of every 21 in the hospital where drugs are being administered to you that you know full well will make you sick.  And all the while you wonder “is this going to work?”.

I can and have been praying. Our church is praying. The churches of family members are praying along with the family.  I’m coming to you now, my nearly 2000 subscribers. Pray with us.  This Grandpa who fixes everything else for everyone else needs more than just the doctors and determination to get well.  He needs God’s help and the prayers of God’s people.

He has two little special needs boys and two granddaughters who need him to be there. Life without him is unimaginable.  God is the Giver of Life.  We’ll lean on Him.


Tuesday, November 22nd, 2011

Success! Two-and-a-half years later, we can finally park the car in the garage. I thought it was never going to happen! Granted it’s a two car garage and only one car will fit but we are still using the garage for it’s intended purpose. Joy and happiness!

We moved into our new home 2 ½ years ago. At the time, my parents were still alive but both were ill. My mother had suffered a stroke. It had been so debilitating that the family had been unable to care for her at home. She hated being alone in the nursing home so one of us was with her at all times. Thank God I have siblings. We all worked to keep her feeling safe and comfortable. Dad wasn’t well either and was in and out of the hospital. Even though there were several of us to carry the load, going from hospital to nursing home, along with caring for those in our own homes was a time consuming task. Moving really complicated the situation even though we were happy to be out of the apartment and in our own home.

While I thought moving was a complicating factor, I never anticipated the bypass surgery thing. I am one of those people who believe I have things to do, places to go, people to see. I do NOT have time to be sick. The doctor thought I needed major surgery? Fine. It’s better than being dead. So I took it fully expecting that I would be back to normal in a couple of months. A couple of months came and went. A year came and went. Like the little energizer bunny, time just kept moving on but my body didn’t. Getting up and getting dressed required a half hour nap afterwards. My energy level allowed for about 20 minutes of activity before I broke out in a sweat and had to sit down. Washing floors and vacuuming were out of the question.

My husband, who has been living with a chronic illness for quite some time, cheerfully assured me that I would get used to it after a while. Of course, he has a higher tolerance level than I do. Acquiring extra laundry baskets because the laundry was overtaking us didn’t really bother him. It didn’t even bother him that we had to have enough extra laundry baskets to keep clean laundry in as well since no one had the energy to put the laundry away once it was clean. The little munchkin didn’t mind either. Toys, coloring books, crayons, craft supplies and other childish things strewn throughout the house only made it easier for her to find something to play with wherever she was. The only time she became upset was when one of the dogs decided to shred her papers or chew her toys into tiny little, feet puncturing pieces. A scenario which occurred almost hourly. I longed for a housekeeper. I schemed for ways to sneak a housekeeper into the budget. Never happened.

One day not too long ago, an amazing thing happened. (It had actually been happening slowly over a period of weeks but I hadn’t realized it.) I felt normal! I had cleaned my bedroom, thrown in a load of laundry, eaten breakfast, picked up the house all at the same time! No rest periods. It was great. I can work longer stretches at a time. Things are beginning to look normal around here. The carpets are probably going to need to be replaced but the rest of the house looks almost clean. At least as clean as I’ve ever gotten my house. I need a housekeeper for actual cleanliness but the pick up is done daily now. Most importantly, we got to the garage! The Christmas decorations that had been put in the garage until someone had the energy to bring them to the attic have been returned to the house to be put up this week-end after our Thanksgiving Dinner. The rest of the garage has been organized almost neatly. Life is good!

I am writing this primarily to encourage any of you who have suffered an illness. It may feel as if your life will never be normal again. It will! Someday your carpets will become visible under the mound of toys and debris. You, too, may have to replace them but once you’re finally feeling well again, the urge to redecorate will come back too. You may think you will never have the energy again to do the things you used to enjoy. You will! Please don’t let those negative thoughts dominate your life. Enjoy each little step forward that you make. Keep them in mind when the depression tries to take over. Amazingly enough, those doctors of mine were right. Someday I was going to get better. So will you. Trust me.