I haven't writtten anything much about myself mainly because this blog isn't about me as much as it is about theological ideas and truths I've seen in my 41 1/2 years of being a born-again Christian. Yes that wasn't a typo-- forty-one and a half years.
I am an old person...60 to be exact although I was very fotuante to have two parents who had young looking genes. Most people guess I am 45 when they meet me And that is without botox or plastic surgery or scads of goopy makeup.
Exactly two weeks ago an event occurred that probably made it a good time now for spilling the beans about me....:)
If you read TotemtoTemple's blog you will already have known that my mother passed away Friday, December 17th. And you will also know that I was my mother's caregiver for almost 6 years. 5 years, 10 1/2 months to be exact.
I think I will tell you about me by working backwards since that would be sort of different than the usual forward chronological order.
Because I couldn't find work, which will be explained in tomrorow's installment, I needed to live with my mother to avoid things like..er..um...homelessness. It was fortunate I was there when she had her stroke in October of 1998 or she would have lain on the floor for days.
She was in rehab for three and half months at two hospitals and a nursing home. When she came home at the end of January, 1999, the rehab had done wonders for her. After her stroke she was completely paralyzed on her right side and after the rehab she had almost full use of that side with the exception of her right leg being weak. The plan was for her to be able to be alone for two or three hours and to walk with a walker. Unfortunately her heart became weaker and she was confined to bed almost from the beginning. My mother at this point was 91 and sharp as a tack in her mind. The first two years weren't too bad for her but as the years droned on the bed-stay became very difficult. Meanwhile, financially we were both a disaster barely holding on. We couldn't afford help so I took care of her 24/7 all by myself. I really had no choice but she was fairly easy to take care of. Until the last 6 months she slept through the night and rarely needed me so I had no trouble getting a night's rest. However, since we had to depend on friends to sit with her when I had run errands, and our car was a lemon that never could go outside the city, and I had no money to go anywhere anyway, I seldom really got out for a long period of time. And church? Nope. Couldn't go there either since all of our friends went to their churches and were not available to sit with her on Sundays. Fortunately God had led me a few months before her stroke to a Presbyterian church. In Presbyterinaland they have deacons:) And although only elders are allowed to give communion, our Presbyterty specially commissioned our deacons to serve communion to shut-ins since the church wanted the shut-ins to have communion at the same time the church did, on the first Sunday of each month. At first the church wasn't sure how to classify me since I wasn't the sick person. But finally they decided taht I fit the desxription fo a shut-in since I couldn't attend church. So my faithful deacon came the first Sunday of each month to serve communion, pray with me, talk, tell me the church news, etc. It was a wonderful experience and I can never thank her enough.
You don't know what freedom means until you lose it. Now I am free--sort of. But no job, a lemon car and little money..so really 1/2 freedom. But I know a secret that I may share a couple of months down the road that will finally probably free me the whole way. But the next couple of months might be a "challenge." Or perhaps not. God is showing Himself strong lately on my behalf.
In The Next Installment:
*The Anyone can find a job myth
*The Teachers can always find a job myth
*What poverty taught me
*How my arrogance is slowing dissipating.
*and other assorted items....
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