Miracles

If there's one thing I've learned during this journey it's that God continues to be a God of miracles.

So many times in the past, while going through some of the hardest times during this illness, I would plead and pray to the Lord informing Him (as if He didn't already know) that I knew He could heal me. So why didn't He?

I would pray for mercy. Sometimes I'd pray in anger. Other times I'd simply thank Him for giving me breath and life every day. Oh He reminded me alright - "I'm keeping you alive" is what He basically told me. My soul would be thoroughly humbled and my heart filled with gratitude.

My dad called me this morning - my mom had told him about my needing to have appointments either more than once a week or go for a full week and continue with some appointments as maintenance afterwards.

I told him I'm going to the West Clinic next Wednesday, as usual, and seeing what Dr. J's plan will be for me. We'll see how much that'll all be and then we'll go from there. My dad informed me that he's willing to help out. My mom called right afterward to see how I was and to re-assure me (once again) that they'll help out. My heart is filled with gratitude to them for their love for me and their willingness to give some of what they work hard to earn to see that I get these needed treatments.

They, too, just like the rest of us, need their money though. I'm not one to sit back as I pull the money from their hands and take it easy from there on out. Yes, we've already spent quite a bit on my treatments in the past but no matter what, whether someone is willing to help out or not, we're going to see what we can do to help ourselves.

Cora and I

I talked to my sister, Cora, on the phone a bit later after those phone calls. She too, is going through some hefty trials. We had the chance to open up to one another about the things we're going through and learning from which, I know, strengthened our relationship with one another.

I was utterly surprised when, she too, offered to help out financially. She had already set something aside in an envelope. I don't even know what to say. Sometimes words simply cannot do "thank you" justice.

I told her about our idea to do a Family Fundraiser Fair but after I expressed to her my concerns about having enough strength to take on such a task (and seeing how we're already all kinda maxed out here) she brought up the valid point that maybe we should simplify it by doing a simple picnic and maybe, at the most, cook up some hot dogs people can buy and just have a donation box sitting there.

Her wisdom astounds me sometimes! She's right. So that's what we're thinking of doing as of right now. A family & friend fundraiser picnic.

If there's anything else I've learned from all of this - it's that neighborhood's, family, friends should be there for one another. It isn't easy even asking for help even if its in such a fun picnicky way but then again why not ask for help?

Why not?