I’m still searching for the words to share my feelings with you. I am most definitely standing at a crossroads and the winds of change are blowing but, beyond that, I am at a loss for words. When the time is right, I’m sure they will come. When the time is right, I will share my journey with you all. I know the blessings will be abundant. When the time is right.
Archive for July, 2007
His personal Doc says the culprit is Proximal Neuropathy…a complication of diabetes. Even so, he does not present as a typical patient (imagine that). Given his history and the excellent manner of care he affords himself both physically, and nutritionally, this should not have reared its ugly head…but it did. So, now we deal with it.
There is no cure for the nerve damage caused by this ugliness but the symptoms can be managed and, in some cases, alleviated altogether. That’s what we are shooting for…the “alleviated altogether” part.
So, we will play with medications and combinations of medications until we find what works best for him and we will pray and ask that you continue to pray for we all know and understand that God is bigger and mightier than all of this…and we all know and understand that God loves Pops and that He has plans for Pops…plans for good and not evil, plans to prosper him and not harm him, to give him hope and a future. We all know and understand this, and we all will continue to pray Pops well.
Pops finally has a date with the surgeon! He will be happily giving up his gall bladder on August 6th at 11:00 in the morning. I’ll tell you what, he was one happy camper to finally get a date set.
He should only be in the hospital overnight and, for those of you wondering, he fully intends to be in Coats on the 11th (my birthday) for the Parrish Family Reunion. He truly enjoys that reunion and he says he absolutely wouldn’t miss it!
As for me, I’m still struggling with this bronchitis but I’m plugging along. My voice decided not to plug along with me though, so I had to postpone the class I was supposed to teach at the Academy tomorrow. It’s kind of difficult to teach an eight hour block with only about 10 minutes worth of voice. Oh well, it’s set up for next week now.
I’m off to bed. I hope you all sleep great and have wonderful days tomorrow!
Silver Blue is asking for prayer for his Grandmother. Click here to read about it.
Still no word from Pop’s surgeon on a date for the operation. The baby grandson, Jonathan, came and cut the grass today. So what if he’s 15, got a goatee, and quickly heading toward 6 feet tall, he’s still the baby grandson…and a good boy too!
As for me, I am feeling better every day. I went ahead and stayed home today so I could be sure to kick this stuff on out of me. I have to teach all day at the Academy on Friday so I have to get better than I am. I’ve been sleeping so much I almost feel like a zombie! Must be that I need it.
Thanks for all the well wishes. You folks are the best.
Pops saw the surgeon yesterday and all systems are go to remove the gall bladder. We should find out next week when the date for surgery will be. Pops says the sooner the better.
No news yet on the tests for the pain in his legs and hips. He has a follow up appointment with his personal doc soon so we should know something then.
As for me, I’m down with bronchitis. Yippee yahoo. Such fun.
Sometimes things happen that set our own lives on end and our minds to reeling. Such has been the case for me this week and to say I’ve been on the introspective side would be putting it mildly, to say the least.
Tuesday morning, we came perilously close to losing yet another one of our officers in what he thought was just a routine traffic stop. Not so much. The driver jumped out shooting and nothing…nothing but the grace of God explains why our officer, our brother, was not hit.
This officer is a large man, a mountain of a man, probably the biggest guy on our department, and he wasn’t hit. His police car was hit…but he wasn’t. A house was hit…but he wasn’t. Bullets flew at him…a big target of a man…he wasn’t hit.
There was an army on that quiet residential street that morning and they stood between our brother and the bullets spewing from the weapon of that desperate young man. They made sure our brother went home to his wife and family that day. By the grace of God…by the grace of God.
Things are changing. It didn’t used to be this way. Now, it almost seems like it’s becoming commonplace. I don’t like it. It messes with my mind. These people are my family. They put on the same uniform that I do. They wear the same badge. They get in a car that looks, more or less, just like mine. They ride the same streets…see the same people…it’s the same. We may do different jobs, but it’s all in the same Department…the same family. But the world is not the same. It seems like things that would have never happened “back in the day” happen all too often now. It’s not the same…and I don’t like it.
Oh, by the way, that “desperate young man” in the “routine traffic stop”? He didn’t make it. There was an army on that street that morning but someone wasn’t listening.
Oh, see now, that’s just wrong. This over zealous cop manhandled an elderly woman and hauled her off to jail for the high crime of not watering her lawn! I kid you not. Read about it by clicking here.
A little common sense and a LOT of manners would have gone a long way here pal. Oh, and what’s the deal with the handcuffs? Can you say overkill? Get a grip.