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Surgery is not fun. Recovery is difficult. It has been gross. It is painful.
How is that for over stating the obvious? I won't disgust you with the details. Thank goodness for a caring and loving heavenly Father, and for the rest and comfort that we find in Him, that I have found in Him.
I have been amazed by the number of cards, emails, notes, phone calls, flowers, etc., that have come my way during these days. I have felt prayers carrying me. What is the song, "on the wings of prayer", or something like that. I have been lifted up by friends and people I don't even know, all over the place. He is healing me, and is using His people in the process. Thank you all!
It has been more of a blessing than I can put into words.
In all of that I have caught a vision of the church at it's best. How great it is when the church is nurturing, caring, uplifting, encouraging; rather than gossiping, and demoralizing. How wonderful it is to be part of a church that resembles the first list of traits rather than the traits that come after the rather than.
I've had a great Doctor, this time. He teaches at two medical schools and is very much an expert in his field. He is a fine, Christian man. Thank God for good doctors. I pray He keeps me far away from those who aren't so good in the future.
I had a follow-up visit with the Doctor today. Good news from the pathology report, no cancer, and no fungus. I didn't know until today that the Doctor thought there might be fungus in my head. That would explain a lot, wouldn't it? The conversations would go something like this.
"What's wrong with her?" "Oh, she's got fungus on the brain." "Uggh."
Let me know when the fun starts, will ya?
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