I don't know about you but if "Good things come to those who wait" I am about to get a big lump of coal. I hate to wait. I live in a society that is formed in lines. If you live in the city like I do the only difference from the country is that there is a hundred people waiting ahead of me not five. I go to where my mom lives in the mountains just to go to the DMV (my son calls them the "Gait Keepers" of humanity) because of the miserable lines that stretch out of the building and into the street in my area. And no, I will not tell you where she lives because I do not want to wait behind you! I call it a good day when I breeze through the errands I need to do fairly easily. That means without the lady with the 50 coupons in front of me who can't see without her glasses and is paying in pennies.That means that there is no guy with the bumping stereo racing between cars and flipping me the bird. What can I say? Maybe it is the culture of "get it quick" that I grew up in. Heck, they could solve life-long problems on the Love Boat in a freakin hour! Let's talk about how this all adds up when it comes to a long-term illness shall we?
When I was told I had lymphoma I had already been sick for at least a couple of months. It suddenly felt like this endless road had stretched out in front of me with no sunset. How long? and how much? were the beginning of most questions in my mind. I felt doomed. Besides waiting, I hate needles. Why mankind has not found a better way to introduce medication I will never know. We put a hunk of metal into space people! Anyway, I was about to get a whole lot of both in one package. What does one like me do in this situation? Two things, curse and cry of course. Did you think I was much more spiritual? Not by a long shot. I didn't have thanking God for the experience first on my list. It was more like "HELP!" I am afraid and don't think I can do this!
When I look back on it, my illness was short compared to most. It was May of last year that the symptoms really kicked in. It is less than a year and I am in remission and feeling more like myself every day. How did I do it? I clung like a baby monkey to my faith. I tried my best to focus on what I needed to do for that day or minute. I tried to follow to the best of my ability my doctor's orders. I asked for help when I needed it. I pushed myself harder than I have ever done for anything. I wanted to live. I tried to keep my humor. Did I do all of this to perfection? NO! But I got up and prayed and tried again the next day.
If you think about it we all hate to wait. I see you in my rear view mirror two inches from my bumper! When it comes to life's circumstances sometimes we have no choice. This past month I have been through my mom's knee replacement surgery. She is a trooper. This time I got to be on the other end and help her out. Did I learn anything? You bet. Thank you Lord, it sure feels good to be on the other end.
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