Tuesday, April 1, 2008

The Importance of Following Directions

I love my husband dearly. I thank God for him everyday. There are things that he does that should win him awards. He is great with the kids. He helps around the house. For obvious reasons, he is an amazing cook. Hold on to your seat, he even does laundry. Believe me, I know how good I have it. But when it comes to directions-yeah well-Lord have mercy!

I don't mean directions like-say for constructing lego sets or putting an "assembly required" item together. No-no-for those, again, he's great.

I mean directions that matter. You know like going to the dentist every 6 months or seeing your doctor for yearly physicals.

He hasn't been to the dentist for a year and half. So being the dutiful wife, I suggested (or should I say insisted) that he make an appointment to see the dentist during his spring break.

Shockingly enough he has two cavities and a chipped tooth that needs repair. He of course is surprised by the findings.

He seems to recall thinking he was, at one point, chewing on something metal like. But hey everyone does that. Right? Didn't even occur to him to investigate.

Is he scheduling an appointment to take care of these issues? Not as of yet. It's been a week. Any takers on when he will actually go? My guess 6 to 9 months from now. Shocked I'm sure.

I wish I could say that was the least of the neglect. Oh no. Yesterday he had his yearly physical. I use the word yearly loosely-very loosely. At the appointment, he learned the minor procedure he had in 2006 had revealed pre-cancerous polyps. The doctor said he must have been relieved to know that they had been removed.

Oh, I'm sure he would have been, had he known they were pre-cancerous. He missed that tidbit. Call me crazy-but it might have something to do with not scheduling the post op appointment. Hey what do I know.

It was at this same appointment he learned he has to have follow-up procedures every 3 to 5 years. Huh! That's helpful information don't you think? Again call me crazy, but he has officially lost the privilege of managing his health care.

Like I always tell him-I didn't marry him to bury him!
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Walking in the Light

Wow! This year year has been a whirlwind to say the least. I am shocked we are near the half way point in February. Part of me wants to dance. If the start of the year is any indication of how it is going to go, I am happy it's flying by. I will usher in 2009 with bells and whistles.

Yet, I am humbly reminded that every day is a gift, and I need to walk in the Light. I need to let Him guide me through each day. I need to listen to His still, quiet voice...Yeah I know for me that's a stretch. I'm never still long enough to catch my breath.

As I write this, our dear neighbor of ten years is fighting stage 4 pancreatic cancer. I am awed by the faith she has in God. I am humbled by the fight she has within her to beat the demon we know as cancer. Hunter, in his six year old wisdom said to me, "Mommy, why are you sad? We are just going to pray and Jesus is going to make her better." The faith of a child and the living testimony of one who is dwelling in God's amazing grace reminds me to walk daily in the His unfailing light.