Written yesterday, 4/13/2015
Today was one of those days that I wasn't going to be afraid
to ask for help. I was excited to get a
call from someone who asked, "do
you need anything?" I replied I'm hungry, fatigued, home alone, and
nothing is cooked! Just when I was about to ask her to bring me something to
eat, she quickly cut me off and said, "go and get some rest" and then
ended the conversation. Maybe I should have left the sob story out and spoken
I know most people are sincere, but stuff like this makes it
hard for me to ask for help. This is not the first time this has happened
during my illness. I've had people to say they were coming by, but were no
shows nor called to alert me. SIGH!
So what's my current status: I'm hungry, fatigued, home
alone with nothing cooked, therefore I'm plan to go to sleep, HOWEVER, my
neighbor and church member Alindria Carroll responded to brought me dinner.
I am learning lessons on how to be a better servant. I have
not been a good servant. The lesson for me today is to make sure when I offer
service that I mean it. Sometimes it’s the spiritually correct thing to ask
others if they need our assistance, but when we do not allow the ones we serve
to respond with what their needs are, it is like extending a helping hand while
keeping it in your pocket.
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
It’s been a long time since my last blog entry. A lot has been going on in my personal life. Physically, I am doing better. All four of my current doctors have encouraged me to get back to whatever possible normal activities, including preaching. I just have to “know my body” and rest when needed. To help with headaches, my doctor gave me a few tips on what to do before I speak. Yes, I still get headaches. I’m looking forward to the day when I am completely healed from them. I’m scheduled to have another MRI done in June. I still have a “tumor sheet” that must be monitored. Because my concentration and memory has gotten better, I have returned as the Director of the Soul Care Counseling Ministry of my church. I’ll be back on the road, with my faithful husband/driver, ministering in conference this week. I’ve been attending church worship service sporadically, but more frequently.
My facial muscles, seems to be regressing, therefore I’ve started my speech therapy exercises again. My hair is slowly growing back. The “sunroof” on top of my head is slowly filling in, except in the area of the “parting of the Red Sea” incision. Check out the picture. I’m not feeling this natural hair. My preference is the creamy crack! I’m addicted. Unfortunately, it will be a long time before I can put products in my hair, so we shall see if this natural hair grows on me. And when did I get all of this grey????? I thought I was a blonde! Blame it on the tumor! LOL! I AM NOT MY HAIR--- just wish I didn't have this jacked-up do! LOL!
In the upcoming days I will share some of the past pics and thoughts from my journey. I hadn’t posted it because during this recovery time I was having great difficulty writing and staying focused, As I look back on some of the stuff I did I can’t help but laugh at my silliness and praise God for bringing me thus far!