from an article originally posted March 4, 2015...
We have recently had a new nurse in our hospice care. Our regular nurse needed a break, and she took some needed time off to refresh and restore her heart. I’m thankful for both of these nurses.
Our new nurse figured out the puzzle of my pain in my leg beautifully. We have changed medication and my pain is much less. I’m tickled. But what has surfaced is an extreme exhaustion and a haziness that wasn’t there before.
from an article originally posted March 2, 2015...
It felt like a huge blow when my oncologist said it was time for me to enter hospice care. It felt like quitting. I felt like my body had failed and I was being pulled from the team and being benched. Benched in an awful permanent way.
I was wrong. Hospice care has been truly amazing. It’s still hard, as a stubborn fighter, to not be in the fight anymore. Now I’m focused on my comfort. Comfort to my last moment.
from an article originally posted February 25, 2015...
"Put on then, as God’s chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience, bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the LORD has forgiven you, so you also must forgive. And above all these put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony. And let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in one body. And be thankful." - Colossians 3:12-14
from an article originally posted February 23, 2015...
I spend most of my day in a sweet little corner in my bedroom. I organize and reorganize this small space to my daily likings and needs. It’s my corner of intention. On the shelf beside my bed you will find my Bible, different journals, and books I’m currently reading.
from an article originally posted February 16, 2015...
There is so much to me of presence. I have been struggling and thinking through my limitations lately- the places I am not, and struggle to see where I am. I imagine this will be a battle for the rest of my days- the embracing or fighting of my limits- coming and fading.
