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| So several weeks ago we take Chase to the dr who suggests we come back to see the Hematologist/Oncologist the next day. I know what those words mean. The dr the next day says whatever is going on is obviously not agressive, but the best thing would be to do a double bone marrow biopsy to look for lymphoma. Let's wait for an opperating room so he can be "asleep" when it's done. We wait. There are lots of guys coming back from Iraq who need the OR. We wait some more. Waves of adrenalin(I suppose) occasionally wash over me--life could be much different than we expected in the near future. I think--if I just "knew" something, then things would be better. Then we get an appointment before our Romania trip. But not far enough before to have any results by the time we go. God points out to me that "knowing" is not God. It will not give me peace. Only God will do that. And no matter what adventure we face next He will be there through it all giving us His peace. "Who, by worrying, can add a single hour to his life?" Thanks for all the prayers, those of you who prayed. We were at peace on our trip to Romania. And we enjoyed good news upon our return--that there is no evidence of lymphoma from the biopsy. We wait some more for results from more tests (including one tomorrow) to learn more about what may have caused the low blood counts and swollen glands. Is there more to this next adventure? I "know" God is good whatever answers He brings and even if there aren't any answers yet! | | |
| OK I really can't believe that it has taken me a week to say just how
much fun it was to jump (lean forward and fall) out of that airplane!
It is true you can't really yell all that much with all that rushing
air. I closed my mouth to breathe in. I forgot to hold my arms
out like superman, and that disappoints me. But it was still
amazing to be falling and thinking THERE IS NO PLANE--just me (and the
man to whom I am attached who is behind me and not between me and the
ground so I am not thinking about him.) How cool. My tandem guy points
to where Jim is falling ahead of us. I couldn't even see them at
first--they looked so far away so fast--they went out of the plane just
ahead of us. Then the parachute opens (I never looked up and saw it.)
We floated for about 5 minutes. It was beautiful. The man
behind me says welcome to my office. He also said that the leaves
had changed colors in two days. It was a little hazy but so
exciting to see so far, the ground so far away. What a privelege
to float.
It just makes me shake my head. and smile.
Thanks, Christin!
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| Contrary to my detractor's comments I can manage to type a few words here and there.
I am seriously experiencing butterflies every time the THOUGHT of
jumping out of an airplane crosses my tiny little brain. It makes me
breathe shallow little breaths. Yikes.
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| Oh dear me!(that's what mothers say, right?)
All I can say is that I don't think I will never eat that again. And if I do, I will definitely use some kind of sauce or a better tastinizer before I do.
Glory be! (that also is what old women say, right?)
I sure hope I can live with all those things that hatched in my stomach.
Oh well... I don't know why I swallowed those things... perhaps I'll... nevermind... | | |
| My name is Momma Wilkins, and I have a problem. I can't do anything on
the computer, ever!!! In fact, Bryce is typing this as I dictate. (not
really. I'm actually making it up as she sits here beside me getting
panicked at what I choose to say) I'm pretty worthless at this whole
thing, so if you don't see an update or anything for months at a time,
that's because I am worthless as afore mentioned. (really though, she
is sitting right beside me asking me what people say on these things)
Please feel sorry for me and say nice things about whatever Bryce
chooses to say when I am not looking. (Ok, Chase just told me to say
something about email making her cry, and her response was, and I
quote: "Not anymore!!!")
*Editors note: I (Bryce) the editor, am personally
appalled at the accusations toward my name in the above post, and do
not condone any mean things said or implied about my mother.
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