Thursday, February 20, 2020

Thankful Thursday!

I had just completed a 2.5 mile swim as the MS (Multiple Sclerosis) class was finishing up.  They say swimming 2.5 miles is equivalent to running 7.5 miles, but it's not the same.  

As I walked toward the locker room with my two favorite MS ladies, Shannon (while slowly pushing her walker) said, "I used to love to run . . . "  Diane looked at us and said the same thing.  They looked at me and I said, "No more running with bionic knees."  Then, believe it or not, the conversation changed to how MUCH we all missed running . . . 

Today, I'm thankful for friends who understand . . .

Wednesday, February 19, 2020

Speaking of poop . . .

. . . reminds me of puke.  About the time I jumped into the shower at work Monday night after teaching lessons before deck managing, a little girl puked.  She puked in the leisure pool.  She puked on the deck.  She puked in the family locker room.  We're talking chunky puke. 

Because I was in the shower, I didn't have to deal with the puke.  Insert happy face.  But I got out in time to deal with mom.  

"I'm sorry.  If your child pukes three times, in three different places, they didn't swallow too much water.  She's sick.  She needs to go home.  No, she can not stay for swimming lessons."

Duh.  

About this time . . .

. . . Twenty-three years ago today, we were on our way to Mercy Hospital in Coon Rapids to meet Matthew Lyle Heuer Zupke who had been born earlier that afternoon!

Happy Birthday, Matt!

 

 

Where's the poop?

It was a cold, dark morning yesterday when Sam took Annie for a walk, Annie being our lab mix.  Annie did her business.  Sam went to pick it up.  Hole in the bag.  Most frustrating thing ever.  Of course the poop fell out.  Sam looked all over for the poop.  He used the flashlight.  He found no poop.  He apologized to the neighbors - like they heard it anyway!  And went home.  End of story.

Not quite.  When Sam got home last night, he found the poop.  On the top of his boot.  Easy to pick off.  Yuck!

Friday, February 14, 2020

Celebrating . . .

 . . . this Hallmark Holiday with
YOU!


And chocolate!

Moussa


Moussa’s village seems like it’s on the edge of the world. To reach the nearest large town requires passing through dry underbrush on foot or by motorcycle, crossing a river by canoe, and driving for hours down winding dirt roads.

When his condition first began as the result of an untreated dental complication, Moussa realised that it wasn’t going to go away on its own. He felt helpless. With surgical care costing far more than the rice farmer could afford, he could only use traditional medicine — and pray.

But, when Moussa heard over the radio that Mercy Ships would be hosting a patient selection screening the next day, he immediately left his village and travelled through the night for a chance to be seen by the medical team.

The fifty-five-year-old had lived with the fear for six years. He was terrified the tumour in his mouth wouldn’t stop growing, and he was prepared to journey any distance to be free from it. As the growth developed, Moussa found it increasingly hard to eat, speak, and work. He stopped labouring in the rice fields, leaving his nephew to take the mantle as the provider of the family. Over time, Moussa — once a proud and enigmatic leader in his village — began to feel ashamed of how he looked. He covered his face with a shawl to hid the tumour and kept his eyes downcast. He stopped sharing meals with his family, instead choosing to eat in a separate room so no one would see him struggle to eat.


For Moussa, hours of travel and standing in line were nothing compared to the hope that he might have a chance for a brighter future. When he was told he was eligible to receive surgery, even the daylong bus ride to the port city where the Africa Mercy was docked couldn’t keep Moussa’s joy at bay.

After arriving onboard, Moussa’s tumour was removed and he spent the next several weeks being cared for by nurses as he recovered – from his surgical wound and his emotional scars. During his time onboard the Africa Mercy, he was welcomed into a community and loved by strangers, causing him to slowly step beyond the emotional walls he’d built around himself.

As he began to come out of his shell, his true self emerged. Moussa returned to his village once again confident and proud to see his community. He was celebrated by a crowd reverberating with dancing, singing, and laughter.
‘I feel like a president,’ Moussa said as he shook hands with everyone in sight.
Being welcomed back into his community and once again sharing a meal with his family, Moussa feels his life has changed in more ways than one.

“I would surely have died if not for this surgery,” he said. “I’m very grateful!”

Thursday, February 13, 2020

Thankful Thursday!

You have no idea how thankful I was to be able to roll over and go back to sleep last night after I heard Sam rummaging around in our walk-in closet about 2:30 a.m. I thought he had forgotten his "dog-walking clothes" as it was a bit nippy out this morning (like -9ยบ F) and he was just getting them ready to go.  

Nope, he was on his way to the ER to be diagnosed with "ulvalitis".  The uvula is the small piece of tissue that hangs in the back of your throat.  Uvulitis is severe swelling of your uvula, and in Sam's case, it was making it difficult for him to breathe.  

Thankfully, I slept through it all . . .

Tuesday, February 11, 2020

Gotcha!

That would be happy birthday to ME!  At 11 p.m. tonight, I will be another year older!

Because of life, we celebrated with a Sunday lunch at Red Robin where I got a free burger.  When asked if I wanted a free ice cream sundae and a song, I said "No."  Matt said, "Yes."  They brought the sundae.  

We were asked, "Who are we singing to?"  Four out of five people at the table said, "Matt!" much to his chagrin.  So they sang to Matt (his birthday really is next week!) and he turned as red as that cupcake liner!  It was awesome!  He said the sundae was, too. 

How did I celebrate?  Well, after work, I gave blood, then made a grocery list with lunch and walking the dog somewhere in there.  After dinner, Micah is making me a chocolate lava cake - all is well!

Saturday, February 8, 2020

A Hard Day . . .

How do you begin to describe precious time with a dear friend that had moments so difficult that all I wanted to do was cry?  Alzheimers is not nice.  Early-onset is even more cruel.  

After lunch, we were talking about the Bible study she's in and how hard it's been for her.  After she's found the verse she's suppose to look up, she can no longer remember why she looked it up.  And then she has to start all over.  And she's frustrated.  I get that.  Her husband now sits down with her and they do her Bible study together.  That's hard too, because she used to be able to do it by herself.

Later, we went downstairs to make greeting cards, something we've done together for years.  I had a stamp set she didn't have that I was using to make some cards.  She liked it.  I made her some card bits using that stamp and she thanked me for them.

Later, as we were packing up so I could go to church, she picked up the bits I had made her and said, "These are nice.  Who's are they?"  Heart. Break. 

As I was driving to church, I could only say, over and over again, "Why, God?  Why?"  It's not going to get better.  It's only going to get worse.  I love her.  I don't want to see her go through this.  And God brought to mind this verse:

"8For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord.
9For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts."
Isaiah 55:8-9

God, I so don't understand, but I have to believe You ARE God and You ARE in control.   

Black Hair, White Care.

Last week at swimming lessons, I asked the white mother of the cutest little bi-racial girl, "Have you ever done A.'s hair?"  She responded with, "I have no idea what to do with it."  So we made plans.

Yesterday, we sat in the locker room at the Y with a jar of coconut oil and a comb and worked on A.'s hair.  I was fortunate when Micah was younger to have black friends and neighbors give me pointers and tips.  M. had no one until I spoke up.  The difference in her hair was instantaneous.  And I was blessed to be a blessing . . .  

Friday, February 7, 2020

Pranksters!

After Sam's mom died, his sisters boxed up each sibling's personal "stuff" and told them to bring it home.  Sam's box contained a bobble head dog.

It was quite similar to this one, only much older and much dirtier.  Sam has no memory of it.  

No one here wanted it.

So last Saturday when we joined our friends for lunch at Todd and Sharon's house, the dog came along - and stayed behind!

Next time Sharon cleans the upper shelves in the office, she'll find a new friend!  

Thankful Thursday!

As many of you may know, I've been reading the book "42 Seconds" by Carl Medearis.  I read a chapter a week and try to follow the example of Jesus that week.  

I love this week and I am thankful for the words of wisdom given.  Sometimes you just need "to be".  Tomorrow, I'm going up to spend some time with my friend who has early onset Alzheimers.  It was her invitation.  We're going to make cards, something we've always done "before".  I don't need to have an agenda or a plan.  I am simply going "to be".  And I am thankful for that . . .  

Sunday, February 2, 2020

My Friends are Your Friends . . .

When we got home from church today, Micah was beyond stressed.  Her accounting made no sense at all, her teacher couldn't explain it well, she didn't know what to do or who to call.  Better than "Ghostbusters", I asked her if she wanted me to text one of my best friends from high school to see if she could help.  

Obviously, she was desperate and Beth was willing.  Micah sent her a screen shot of the problem and Beth gave her a call.  She talked Micah through it and said if she needed any more help, to let her know.  She was so happy.  Beth made it make sense. 

Micah has no idea that she was talking to the retired Vice President of Finance for Briar Cliff College in Sioux City, Iowa, who has been my friend since we were three.    

Party on!

While Matt and Micah went to their little sister's eighth birthday party at Cheap Skate yesterday . . . 

The cake that Micah made . . .
With Kingsley, the birthday girl . . .
Lincoln, Matt, Kingsley, Micah and Kennedy . . .


 Sam and I had lunch with OUR friends!  It was a four hour lunch filled with laughter, good food, more laughter and a lot of love!