I Believe Love Heals
Oh, my friends... this is difficult.
I've just returned home from an eight day stay at the hospital hoping to get a little tuned up. You see, my last chemo wasn't working so we discontinued it but that meant I needed help with breathing. Which lead to the discovery of blood clots in my legs (a common side effect of ovarian cancer) and suddenly I couldn't walk which led to an explosion of all the drugs in my system.
They finally sent me home as a hospice patient showing no improvement.
Now that I'm home, I'm actually feeling a little better (yay) and when I asked the doctor how much time I had he said, "two to five."
He meant anywhere from two minutes to five years. It's his standard response because they just don't know..
Judging by how I feel, I'm working hard to make it through Christmas and then peacefully slip away.
I'm sorry to be leaving you. Many of you are more precious to me than friends in the physical world.
So. Fear. My prayer is that God release me from my fear. I'm finding it's the small things that are making me afraid like will l be able to breathe? Will I need to breathe.
And then I remember that twice Jesus has come to me in his whitest of white robes and assured me he will personally escort me from one dimension to the next.
Some of you may remember I've written several times about whether Jesus is actually the son of God and what I get back is that many religions don't have the whole story. How could they... it hasn't happened yet. Life, as we know it,isn't over yet.
But I know of no better company for that journey and am deeply grateful.
I regret leaving this life now. But I have no regrets about my life.
Please...I have a request... would you pray that I can pass at home. The other options are so cold and inhuman
For years I've been signing my posts "soft breezes, Wind
That's what I wish for all of you...
Soft breezes and a very MERRY, MERRY CHRISTMAS
I've just returned home from an eight day stay at the hospital hoping to get a little tuned up. You see, my last chemo wasn't working so we discontinued it but that meant I needed help with breathing. Which lead to the discovery of blood clots in my legs (a common side effect of ovarian cancer) and suddenly I couldn't walk which led to an explosion of all the drugs in my system.
They finally sent me home as a hospice patient showing no improvement.
Now that I'm home, I'm actually feeling a little better (yay) and when I asked the doctor how much time I had he said, "two to five."
He meant anywhere from two minutes to five years. It's his standard response because they just don't know..
Judging by how I feel, I'm working hard to make it through Christmas and then peacefully slip away.
I'm sorry to be leaving you. Many of you are more precious to me than friends in the physical world.
So. Fear. My prayer is that God release me from my fear. I'm finding it's the small things that are making me afraid like will l be able to breathe? Will I need to breathe.
And then I remember that twice Jesus has come to me in his whitest of white robes and assured me he will personally escort me from one dimension to the next.
Some of you may remember I've written several times about whether Jesus is actually the son of God and what I get back is that many religions don't have the whole story. How could they... it hasn't happened yet. Life, as we know it,isn't over yet.
But I know of no better company for that journey and am deeply grateful.
I regret leaving this life now. But I have no regrets about my life.
Please...I have a request... would you pray that I can pass at home. The other options are so cold and inhuman
For years I've been signing my posts "soft breezes, Wind
That's what I wish for all of you...
Soft breezes and a very MERRY, MERRY CHRISTMAS
