In this intellectual age where we stick six year olds behind desks to ‘school’ them, where most people work in dreary incandescent lit offices and we eat fast food because it is fast and easy.
Today, I throw out a direct challenge – BE OUT OF YOUR MIND!
Tonight, my mind fights for every ounce of sense to understand what my mom is going through. But instead, I choose to FEEL deeply as her body heaves and moves. I choose to hold her close and just be present.
Tonight, my mom fights to think of any food that will soothe her weary GI tract. I choose to be OPEN and not push. I let go and allow her space to listen to her body.
Tonight, as we think the cool north wind is threatening of snow, we FIGHT the cold together. Mom hunkered down under a beautiful quilt warmed up in the dryer and a warm cloth comforting her numb feet.
Tonight, I choose to STAY close even if the smell and sounds make my mind want to flee.
I choose to be.
To be God’s servant.
To serve the woman who birthed me, who loves me unconditionally and who wiped my vomit stained mouth many times.
Tonight, I AM where I am.
Out. of. my. mind.
Some things do NOT make sense. Don’t even try!
*this might take longer than five minutes.
Mom is climbing a huge mountain this week. This is probably one comparable to her first week in the hospital. We are at the very least in the same formidable mountain range. We are hoping to head down into the valley for a rest soon. Soon. When? No one knows.
This mountain involves nausea (oh how she hates getting sick!), pain in her lower abdomen, inability to eat or drink much. Mom went in on Wednesday to the cancer clinic to get a couple of bags of IV fluid.
Mom is now in the hospital again, hopefully just for the day. She is getting great treatment in the ER – more fluids and good ol’ morphine.
Update: mom went home at 4pm after two bags of fluid. Still nauseous though.
Climb your own mountain today. You can do it one step at a time. Trust God. Look for Him. He loves us all.
Here’s my new favourite mountain in Ktown and my peeps who have made the trek up in the last few weeks.
A little boy injecting life and bring out smiles.
I was one of those kids that vomited a lot. We were never sure why but it would just sneak up on me in the evening and whammy vomit city
I have many ‘fond’ memories of my hair being held back, a cold cloth on my neck or my forehead and either a bucket or toilet in front of my face. Usually my dad was by my side as mom would be vomiting with me if she was in the room.
Now my mom is very sick from the double dose of chemotherapy she received on Monday. Very sick!
Today mid vomit, mom quipped, “Joanna, you are doing really well with all this!”
Sexy Neck and I had a good laugh at the two vomit-phobes weathering this together.
Mama, anything for you! Even cleaning up vomit.
For I can do everything through Christ, who gives me strength. (Philippians 4:13)
An empty vomit bucket – love the cardboard!