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Fra-gee-lay

It reads: "Good and gracious God, you have chosen the little ones, the world's poor and lowly, to become rich in faith and heirs to your Kingdom. Open our eyes to see your presence everywhere and in all people Open our ears to hear the challenge of your Word. Loose our tongues to speak words of encouragement and strength to those whose hearts are fearful and sing the mighty wonders of your love." I've been carrying around the program from last Sunday's church service in my purse because of this prayer. I looked at it while emptying out my purse last night. Here's the deal. This is the part that scares me the most. The most difficult part. Creating the new normal. In my journey with Dermot, I can't count on one hand the times I've hand to adjust to the new normal. Usually just when I get used to the new normal, it changes. Second week of school in full swing. Yoga classes attended, paddle board purchased, running partner found, the

Soft hands

I awoke with a right blown pupil. It was annoying as I was walking around the yard, taking the rented paddle board off the roof of the van and trying to read my facebook page on my phone. As my mom finished getting ready for the day, my step dad looked at my eyes and didn't seem particularly alarmed. Then my husband saw it and immediately said we needed to go get it checked out. I'd like to think that I'm schooled in the ways of all things medical, but not for own health. Never had it occurred to me that I would experience any health issues. So a blown right pupil was something I'd need to google. Which in hindsight was a mistake, as I saw the words "stroke and aneurysm" in the same paragraph. With me now in tears, Joe insisted on bringing me to the hospital, which wasn't going to work because besides me and a couple of paid caretakers, Joe was the only other person with the know how to care for Dermot. My mom reluctantly agreed to drive me, as sh