The Story of Us

 I was finally able to shower all by myself. I know I'm an adult. After all this time in the hospital and having Josh help me shower, I was able to do it by myself. I was also able to tie my own shoes. It's amazing what is taken for granted as a normal everyday life. Showers, tying shoes, brushing hair.  There are several things I've done for years on my own without fail. For example, taking a shower. Or even brushing my hair. Why am I talking about that? Well, let me show you. After having a port put in my chest, I had lots to relearn. Like taking a shower. And brushing my hair.  So what is it about being all by myself that makes it harder? I've depended on Josh to do a lot. He's taken care of me to the inth degree. Helping with housework, doing dishes, tying my shoes, and even helping wash my hair. I asked him why he's helped me so much and his response should not have surprised me. "In sickness and in health; you're sick." If I could tell you wh...

 When in dialysis, I have to sit for four (4) hours with my thoughts. I'm not alone when I do it. There are others getting dialysis in the center with me, but we're kind of in our own worlds. I'm waiting to get my other procedure in order to do dialysis at home. Right now I'm doing outpatient dialysis. Between medications, going to the center, being bored for a few hours, I'm doing really well.  With the time on my hands, I've been praying a lot. About my treatment, healing of others, money, my marriage, and anything else that crosses my mind. I spend most of my time in dialysis crocheting any project I have going at the moment. With every stitch, comes a prayer. So you'd think in four hours, I'm praying the whole time. I do take a small break in order to rest my arms. Does it seem ridiculous to pray for four solid hours? No. 1 Thess 5:17 says, "Pray without ceasing." Doing it for just four hours is not enough. Since I'm currently at home, ...

February 8, 2023. I woke up at about 3:45 am and Josh was getting ready for work. I cried and told him that something in my gut told me not to go to work that day. I had a doctors appointment and he agreed to take me. He asked that I be ready by 9:45 am to be on time. I agreed and went back to sleep. He arrived at home right on time and woke me up. My first words were, "What are you doing here? Why aren't you at work?" I was confused. I knew I had a doctor appointment but I was wondering why he was at home.  My doctor wanted to see my lab work because I was lethargic, had trouble breathing, and had to have Josh push me in a wheelchair. Walking was difficult without stopping to catch my breath. My lab work came back rather quickly and my doctor wanted me to see the nephrologist the same day. We went to the store and then went home. I sat on the couch and began to fall asleep. The phone rang and I didn't want to answer it. Josh made me answer it. I went to the nephrolog...