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Written 10/07/2011……

My pain and suffering has increased, perhaps, 100 fold. I think I must have thought that it was already as bad as it could be – wrong. I have been experimenting answering folks’ questions concerning how I feel with the varied list that it is, and they always interrupt by having to see someone else, having to leave, etc. I believe it is because they don’t know what to say – overwhelmed.

That’s what I am – overwhelmed. I know that going to the doctor I will be asked, “What is your chief complaint?” Even the doctors are overwhelmed. I have been treated as “old” and unable to know my own body. I have been left alone by the physician as he attends to other matters. Since Dr. Cannon died, not one doctor has heard me “finish” my story.

I accept this from my Lord’s hands. I need to suffer. I need to weep. I need to climb upon my Father’s lap and trust. I need help. I need intercession.

A few days ago, I picked up a book I have of Elisabeth Elliot’s – “A Path Through Suffering.” She has been a mentor of sorts to me and I know some of her sufferings.

There were some underlings because I had read this book already. It has my writing inside the cover page that I bought it at J.O.Y. Bookstore in April, 1991. My heart “sinks.” This date is during a family tragedy of which I will never recover and begins my pain and sufferings.

The book falls open to a noted page inside – “read on day before cleaning out Joy’s room at Elizabethtown College.” Wanna’ know what I have underlined?

Why this waste?

Why this sacrifice?

Why this, when things seemed so promising?”

I have underlined some more: “Often there seems to be no visible reason for our having to let go. But, life, our spiritual life in Christ, depends on it. The life-out-of-death cycle must proceed.”

I turn the page and there is the date, 5/9/91, and more underlinings.

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July 8, 2016 Posted by | Contentment, Dr. Don Cannon, Health Crises, on faith, Pages from my journal, Prayer | Leave a comment

Pain and suffering…

 My pain and suffering has increased, perhaps, 100 fold. I think I must have thought that it was already as bad as it could be – wrong. I have been experimenting answering folks’ questions concerning how I feel with the varied list that it is, and they always interrupt by having to see someone else, having to leave, etc. I believe it is because they don’t know what to say – overwhelmed.

That’s what I am – overwhelmed. I know that going to the doctor I will be asked, “What is your chief complaint?” Even the doctors are overwhelmed. I have been treated as “old” and unable to know my own body. I have been left alone by the physician as he attends to other matters. Since Dr. Cannon died, not one doctor has heard me “finish” my story.

I accept this from my Lord’s hands. I need to suffer. I need to weep. I need to climb upon my Father’s lap and trust. I need help. I need intercession.

A few days ago, I picked up a book I have of Elisabeth Elliot’s – “A Path Through Suffering.” She has been a mentor of sorts to me and I know some of her sufferings.

There were some underlings because I had read this book already. It has my writing inside the cover page that I bought it at J.O.Y. Bookstore in April, 1991. My heart “sinks.” This date is during a family tragedy of which I will never recover and begins my pain and sufferings.

The book falls open to a noted page inside – “read on day before cleaning out Joy’s room at Elizabethtown College.” Wanna’ know what I have underlined?

Why this waste?

Why this sacrifice?

Why this, when things seemed so promising?”

I have underlined some more: “Often there seems to be no visible reason for our having to let go. But, life, our spiritual life in Christ, depends on it. The life-out-of-death cycle must proceed.”

I turn the page and there is the date, 5/9/91, and more underlinings.

…………more later………..stay tuned!

 

 

October 7, 2011 Posted by | Dr. Don Cannon, Health Crises, on faith, Pages from my journal | Leave a comment

“Thinkin’ Out Loud”……on Monday, July 13, 2009

I fall asleep at night “writing” in my head.  (That’s a big secret – don’t tell anyone.)

I have been “writing” about Jonah this way for some time.  Just last night, in fact.  But, this morning I discovered my favorite doctor had died on July 9th, and, even though I knew he was gravely ill, his death still affects me.  Dr. Don Cannon grew up next door to my dad’s house in Eastdale.  Dr. Cannon didn’t live next door, but the girl he fell in love with when he was 15 did!  He was next door every day as much as possible.  My mom remembered being at my grandmother’s house and hearing Dr. Cannon and Gradeana talking about his becoming a doctor as they sat on the front porch.  (No air conditioning back then.  Background noises at a minimum, one could overhear without trying.) 

He was the best diagnostician there could ever be.  Back in the “old days,” invasive tests were avoided because he just “knew” what we needed as treatment.  There will be thousands that miss him because he treated everyone as family.  When I went in to see him, I had my symptoms and   needed prescriptions all typed out, so after he listened to my heart, we could chat.  He figures that he must have seen me in my grandmother’s back yard on occasions because we both agreed she was a mean lady.  🙂  She didn’t like children in her house, so my sister and I had to sit in the back yard while mama visited.  Now, the two cocker spaniels grandma had were inside, but not us. At one time, she had a flying squirrel that she had nursed back to health and it was living inside the house – free as a bird!  I did get in to see it one time as it “flew” from the top of the draperies to the back of the couch.   And, we heard she had a pet black snake under the house to catch rats and such.     

But, I didn’t mind being left outside.  The yard was beautiful and Homer would be in his wood shed making things – toys for Martha and me.  (My dad’s dad had died when my dad was 8 years old.  My grandmother married Homer some time after that.)

Missing those who have died is part of life for the living.   I figure that if  dying goes in chronological order – as it sometimes does – I am next.  (The Lord’s intervention – His coming, could invalidate this.)

July 13, 2009 Posted by | Dr. Don Cannon, Newsy News & Random Thoughts, Thinkin' Out Loud | Leave a comment

   

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