This week I've encountered how really helpless/powerless one can be over life events. My beloved sister underwent colon surgery this past Mon. They took a malignant mass along with 1/2 the colon plus a part of her small intestine. The tumor perforated the wall of her colon, grew and had attached itself to intestine. They could cut out the "bad" part of the intestine as it was too close to make blood supply of the entire intestinal/colon structure. A second surgery, Thurs. Infection set in....a drain put in. Chemo is in future. Preliminary testing showed no signs of presence in major organs. However, there will be more to try and determine if any cells have in fact escaped. All that can be done is being done, this I know. It has humbled my entire family knowing that it is one of those times that none of us have control over. The only thing one can really do is depend upon God/HP. And that is what we are doing......along with supporting her with visits, ect. The second situation cropped up Thurs. eve. Was here reading posts with tv running in the other room. Our local news came on. The lead story.... they are sending troops from a local camp of which my son is stationed at. A National Army Guard "maintenance" unit is being deployed to Iraq in June. Through a series of promotions/orders his unit number has changed serveral times. I've have lost track of that although I know he has two-fold duties and has volunteered for others. Has been a recruiter, a trainer, a supplies mgt. officer as well as a paper processor for situations when recruits first enlist or are moved/deployed. I had know idea he was out of our state. Learned when I tried to call his cell# and got no response. (This to relay all about my sister.) I talked to my other son who togethor share a home with him. All my other son said was he wasn't there so I assumed he was out for that eve. It is when I relayed all these conversations to my daughter that I learned the "Sarge" was in Louisiana......for training. At the time didn't give it much thought......then the Newscast. My heart is doing these little flip-flops...... Trying to be patient til he is back home to find out if this "training" is something he has had to learn (for deployment) or was he sent to LA to teach/train others. Last fall he had mentioned he was thinking of volunteering to go to Iraq. I said nothing......he is an adult making his own choices. Nonetheless he will always be my "baby" and the mere thought of him in harms way ...... Again, this is a situation where I have no control if he is among these troops. All that I really can do is pray......that God will keep him safe if this is a reality.... and keep positives thoughts. Thanks for allowing me to unload. Wanda
If I had more recovery under my belt I would probly tell you to "Let go and Let god"...lol But hey we are a working progress right...
Well my dad also had the surgery with the colon, and thank god, he survived it, and has had no recurring symptoms in the last six years.....Yep, any illness especially cancer, we have no control over..And we then HAVE to place our tust in a power greater than ourselves.
"Changing the things I can, accepting the things I cannot change"
As for you son, well, I am in Scotland, and I get really angry when I see in the newspapers and on T.V, all these soldiers, Brittish AND American....It is a tragedy these people are in this situation...Also the other side of the coin. As we are all human, and all have loved ones in the forces ALL over the world...
All I can suggest is you keep the faith....Yes, he is your baby, but OMG, how proud does that make you feel of him......It take great Courage, Strength and Bravery for these people to do what they do...
Let god take care of him for you..Besides he needs a sane mom...lol
Thanks Ally, Only the inside is doing the flip-flops about the deployment to Iraq. Outwardly..... yes I show strength. Yes, I am proud of all three of my children. The two sons both hold down jobs that there a seemingly high risk of injury or death. Both carry guns. Ugh! One is the soldier, the other is in law enforcement. (Daughter still in school.....hasn't decided though she has artistic tendencies. Hell with certain chemicals she has already used there are the same dangerous risks.) I am no Virgin Mary, yet am Catholic. As far as is known, she was so graceful in her actions and words when they tortured her son. So I try when I pray to ask God to give me those kinds of graces at the onset of feelings like these. She could do nothing to stop it.....neither can I if it is meant to be. And yes it is a sure bet that she prayed and asked God to do what she herself was in capable of doing.. even if that meant to give her the grace to bear things with dignity and grace even though her son's life was not spared. As for my sister.......well, cancer is no stranger to our family. Mother over 30 yrs ago... endured the surgery to remove it from her colon. She is 77 and has been cancer free. I myself, breast cancer, masectomy......4 years cancerfree. With my own I did all I could and yes left it to God. Somehow though deep inside I just KNEW as I did with our mother that things were going to be okay. this with my sister has been harder to handle emotionally. Single mom of two daughters........from the get go she raised and cared for them on her own. One who has been involved in community affairs........an even keeled temperament....... one who all neices and nephews call "Auntie" rather than by her name. One who has carried the brunt for the most part of caring for our parents........one who is dedicated to her job..... doing the extra when no one will......and who has aquired many friendships both work related and personal for doing so. I am the oldest of 6......so it just is sureal that she has to endure this...... Yet I am facing it with the attitude of "let go.....let God" as with my son. And regardless of what derives from either.......I know He has His reasons..... Thank you for your kind encouraging words.
