Post by mojomojo on Feb 6, 2015 10:04:56 GMT
This following short story, while true in every detail, is to get a point across, and not to elicit sympathy.
March 2013, we received the diagnosis, that my mother had cancer, while the exact type escapes me, we bluntly remember the time frame of six months. These are hard times for everyone, witnessing the up's and down's, puts you on a mental roller coaster and the situation of helplessness drives frustration deeper.
At some point, on my spiritual path, I decided to go back to my own religion, to see if it worked, plus there was the added comfort of familiarity, stemming all the way from childhood, so I swapped my meditation time for prayer.
It was around this time a thought came into my head, I asked GOD, if I did a Rosary every day, would it be enough to keep my mother alive, then I thought what if I missed one, in my mind, would I then be the cause of her death, so I added to the deal, if life got in the way and I missed a day or two, I could build it back up, doing two a day, happy with this deal, I mentally agreed, maybe it was the frustration of not been able to do anything, now at least I felt as if I was doing something.
Though there have been many ups and downs along the way, she has exceeded all expectations of both the medical staff and ourselves,
that was until February 2nd, when a phone call informed us the chemo was attacking the blood, and no more treatment would be given, this meant to us that the dreaded final straight had been reached, we awaited the confirmation of an appointment on Thursday 5/2, from a scan, to be told the worse
Everyday I go for a two mile walk, most of it involves a park with lots of wildlife and foul, with a river running through its centre and forest, it's an absolute haven in London.
Monday on my walk, I noticed a robin, GOD, I haven't seen one of them in ages, Tuesday same thing in the exact same spot, joking, I , said to myself, I must look up what robins symbolise, Wednesday it happened again, exact same spot, I thought someone's trying to tell you something, but again forgot all about it.
Thursday evening at five o'clock, phone rang, I was left slightly stunned, they were delighted with the results of the scan and had started chemo again, a complete reversal in three days, my wife a medic herself was stunned, lost for words.
Later that night, still slightly stunned but in a good way, I sat, thinking, and read what my little messenger had been telling me,
stimulation of new growth and renewal,
"the correct path has been revealed to you,
You know which way to go,
And, all will fall into place."
All down through history, even from the beginning of time, there has been a covenant between GOD and his people, but the people seem to have a hard time upholding their end, from Adam and Eve, right down to the Jews, the covenant always seems to be broken.
Does GOD make deals, does he seek covenant, even on a personal level?
Robert.
March 2013, we received the diagnosis, that my mother had cancer, while the exact type escapes me, we bluntly remember the time frame of six months. These are hard times for everyone, witnessing the up's and down's, puts you on a mental roller coaster and the situation of helplessness drives frustration deeper.
At some point, on my spiritual path, I decided to go back to my own religion, to see if it worked, plus there was the added comfort of familiarity, stemming all the way from childhood, so I swapped my meditation time for prayer.
It was around this time a thought came into my head, I asked GOD, if I did a Rosary every day, would it be enough to keep my mother alive, then I thought what if I missed one, in my mind, would I then be the cause of her death, so I added to the deal, if life got in the way and I missed a day or two, I could build it back up, doing two a day, happy with this deal, I mentally agreed, maybe it was the frustration of not been able to do anything, now at least I felt as if I was doing something.
Though there have been many ups and downs along the way, she has exceeded all expectations of both the medical staff and ourselves,
that was until February 2nd, when a phone call informed us the chemo was attacking the blood, and no more treatment would be given, this meant to us that the dreaded final straight had been reached, we awaited the confirmation of an appointment on Thursday 5/2, from a scan, to be told the worse
Everyday I go for a two mile walk, most of it involves a park with lots of wildlife and foul, with a river running through its centre and forest, it's an absolute haven in London.
Monday on my walk, I noticed a robin, GOD, I haven't seen one of them in ages, Tuesday same thing in the exact same spot, joking, I , said to myself, I must look up what robins symbolise, Wednesday it happened again, exact same spot, I thought someone's trying to tell you something, but again forgot all about it.
Thursday evening at five o'clock, phone rang, I was left slightly stunned, they were delighted with the results of the scan and had started chemo again, a complete reversal in three days, my wife a medic herself was stunned, lost for words.
Later that night, still slightly stunned but in a good way, I sat, thinking, and read what my little messenger had been telling me,
stimulation of new growth and renewal,
"the correct path has been revealed to you,
You know which way to go,
And, all will fall into place."
All down through history, even from the beginning of time, there has been a covenant between GOD and his people, but the people seem to have a hard time upholding their end, from Adam and Eve, right down to the Jews, the covenant always seems to be broken.
Does GOD make deals, does he seek covenant, even on a personal level?
Robert.
I’m so glad you got that extra time with her… These times in our lives are often what give us Strength later on, when we get lost in the darkness of doubt and confusion. We Remember an experience that brought us close to God, and we are comforted.
