Doctor Day

Well, I have been busy having fun. I saw lots of family over the weekend, did a little black Friday shopping, and even managed to visit the newest baby in the family. I also got to spend a fun evening bowling with my family and my sister’s family. On our way home, three of my nieces were riding with me. I started to cough and the oldest two were quiet. They are likely used to it by now. The youngest is about to turn 3 and was buckled in her car seat already. She said, “Ciny, do you need me to hit you?” Oh, you just never know where your best supporters will be found. Of course, I was then laughing and coughing but it was the right idea.

Last year, it was about this time that I was in desperate need of a message. I needed someone to tell me that things would all work out. My husband tried to tell me but he looked skeptical. I was skeptical too. About a month later, I learned a little more about a man in my church on the prayer list. I knew of him but I had never actually met him. It was another month or so before I got to meet him. It turns out that he is on the same bumpy road but a little further down the path.

Last week, I was in the front of church with my video camera in tow to capture my daughter’s latest choir performance. When the congregation started to sing, I could hear my messenger singing behind me. He likes to sit in the same pew every week. When the congregation started to pray, I could again hear him behind me a few rows back. He makes the long drive to church every week from across town to go to church in his hometown. He is the oldest person that I have ever met with CF. Quite honestly, the sight of him makes me smile. He doesn’t really know that things will all work out but he is a gentle reminder of God’s bigger plan.

My favorite part of the church service is the end when the Pastor says, “The Lord bless you and keep you; The Lord make his face shine upon you and give you peace.” I would be glad to go to church every day if he would be willing to keep repeating it. So, today finds me home from another visit to the U. I saw a third really smart doctor. The numbers are not pretty and it is so frustrating. I have been nauseous for three weeks and the antibiotics have done some good but not enough. My weight also took a hit which is not looked upon with favor. So, we are trying a new approach. We are trading inhaled antibiotics and almost done with oral antibiotics. Then, the plan is to make friends with our treadmill, the local pool, and our favorite yoga instructor every day for the next two weeks. Then, we will hold our breath and see what my doctor has to say about it.

Of course, the next two weeks include a lot of other big dates on the calendar like my husband’s birthday, my friends moving, my husband heading either across the country and/or across the ocean for work, my daughter’s dance recital and Christmas program, and the list goes on. So, the schedule will have to be modified to drop a few balls and pick up some new ones that are more about me and less about everything else. Until then, you can also find me hanging out at church waiting for the end of the service and a little reassurance.

Blessings,

Cindy