She said, "That can't be good."
I don't now how this is going to go. I wish there were a roadmap...or maybe, on second thought, I don't.
Without a doctor giving a definite prognosis (no insurance means no doctor), I can keep hoping past the lumps in my neck that make swallowing almost impossible, past the fact that I'm not really digesting food, past the fever and the chills...
...and I can hope for a better tomorrow, since ignorance is bliss.
And if not...
If you believe, as I do, that death is not the end, then death is not the enemy. If personalied, death is the gatekeeper into a new and glorious world, although the gate itelf may be hard and painful.
What did Jesus say?
Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it. Matt. 7:14
I have far outrun the Reaper,
but not much of me remains;
pain is growing, getting deeper
and he's eating at my gains.
I hear the rustle of his cloak,
and admit that's got me shook.
Breath comes now in shallow choke
and I'm afraid to look.
I cannot plead for mercy;
no appeal can thus be made,
but before my strength deserts me,
I turn, with finger raised.
And now begins another story,
for Death looks down, and says, "I'm sorry"
Music from Lonestar, With Me.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.
Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.