Happy New Year everyone! The start of 2018 has been quite the exciting one.
Since the first of the year I broke my left hand by falling upstairs, a feat only I could manage; I fell into the grips of the most evil, nasty, vial stomach virus ever to trudged the face of the earth; and most recently, one of my neighbors who I dearly loved died unexpectedly.
Is anyone among you sick? Let him call for the elders of the church, and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord. And the prayer of faith will save the one who is sick, and the Lord will raise him up. And if he has committed sins, he will be forgiven ~James 5: 14-15
As far as my broken hand, it happened while Anaia and I were her friend’s birthday party in an old community playhouse. The bathroom was downstairs. Anaia was crying because she slammed her fingers in the stall door. I went to comfort her and on the way upstairs my foot didn’t clear the step and I fell forward. All my weight landed on my hand. I knew straight away that it was broken, but I kept telling myself with ice it would be fine.
We stayed to the end of the party and while the children enjoyed cake and fruit punch and sang happy birthday, my hand began to swell and blacken. The next morning I went to the ER. They did an x-ray and confirmed that it was, indeed, broken. They put it in a splint and gave me the name of a local orthopedist to call the following morning. I called, but he wouldn’t look at me. I think because my hand is somewhat deformed. He sent me to a hand specialist and the specialist put a cast on it. I have to go back every ten days to x-ray it and put a new cast on. I will probably have a cast on for a month. The upside is that I get to choose the color of my cast every time! A most interesting fact in all this is that the bone I broke is the exact type of bone and in the exact spot as the one I broke in my foot just before my wedding.
The next Sunday I found myself back in the ER with a severe case of dehydration due to the aforementioned stomach virus. Two days of vomiting, bouts of diarrhea and extreme exhaustion… It took almost two weeks before I felt better. In those two weeks I had my first seizure in almost ten years. Probably due to the illness…
I just began to feel right when we got a phone call that our beloved neighbor died in her 60s. When I was 15 babysat her two young boys. I continued to work for her and her husband until I went to college. When I came back to Warwick live, we got together every now and then and saw each other at neighborhood parties. I just laughed and talked with her on the first of January at the neighborhood New Year’s party! It’s a complete shock to everyone. She and her husband were at dinner and she felt fine. Her husband went to volunteer at bingo night at the Elks Club, and when he got home he found her on the floor. She had suffered a massive stroke. The only thing to do is to care and love on her husband and to remember her ever-smiling face.
So if the first month of the year has any indication of how this year is going to play out, I’m in for a most exciting adventure!