Fighting like Gideon

This enormous fella has staked out a place in the back yard in between our palm and magnolia trees.  I did not get out the broom because it’s obvious he’s a bit long in the tooth and is therefore a survivor since anything that lived though this past summer has to have a lot of gumption!  (Not to mention I’m also a wimp.  If I try to smack him I might miss, and then he might decide to smack me.  Or eat me.  He’s as big as my hand!)  As long as he (or she) stays outside and away from … Continue reading Fighting like Gideon

Frigid Feet

Just a couple days ago I boasted that I felt a sense of RESOLVE about having surgery in 18 short days. Let it be proclaimed from the rooftops that the resolve has slithered to the floor and now lies puddled at my frigid feet.  Oh my goodness, I think the anxiety about the surgery is going to be worse than the surgery itself! I visited the HysterSisters website again today and really wish I had not done that.  Maybe it would be better for me to be ignorant of all the things that may happen post-op.  Perhaps I don’t need … Continue reading Frigid Feet

Sledgehammer

Sledgehammer…or flyswatter.  That is the question for me today. I took an enormous leap this morning and went ahead and pre-registered with the hospital for my surgery.  And although I am mostly resolved about the way forward, I wonder sometimes if I am not dealing with my medical issues with a sledgehammer rather than a flyswatter.  Sledgehammer: hysterectomy.  Flyswatter: diagnostic scope and ablation and hormones. Yet when I consider that over the past month, I’ve had maybe three days of feeling decent and yucky pain the rest of the time…when I consider that my doctor told me I am now … Continue reading Sledgehammer

Truckzilla

Today is a great day to share a little story about faith and to illustrate how God works all things for the good of those who love him. The story begins with a little thing called Truckzilla, my husband’s new ride: Just so you know, my husband is 6’2″.  That is one BIG truck.  Hence its nickname: Truckzilla. This morning I was in a rush to get to a doctor’s appointment due to some severe abdominal pain I’ve had the last few days. I wanted to cover all the bases before my hysterectomy.  If it’s an ulcer, I want to … Continue reading Truckzilla

The Bunny Hunter

    Every afternoon around 4pm, my dog transforms from a cuddly lapdog to a determined hunter.  Her quarry?  Bunnies.  The mere mention of the phrase, “Is there a bunny?” fills her with such excitement that all previous thoughts of belly rubs, bacon, or peanut butter treats are abandoned.   Bunnies are the reason she exists.  No matter that the wild herbivores are almost as big as she is or that they probably weigh more than she weighs.  They are Worthy of being stalked, chased, and routed out of the flower beds, even if it takes her all day.  Or … Continue reading The Bunny Hunter