Good news is that the family reunion in Yosemite was a wonderful event! All of our immediate family members were with us and more than 100 total came for the Curry family reunion which was last held 5 years ago. We always meet some new and interesting relatives there – not to mention those we have not seen for decades. Curry and Gary Johnson certainly fell into the latter category and reminded Bonnie and I of our seeing their parents often during 1970-72 when we were stationed at Fort Lewis, near their home in Tacoma, WA. Our daughter, Michelle and family from London got the recognition for coming the longest distance to attend. Also our 2 year old grand daughter, Bo, was the youngest in the crowd! Michelle’s will be with us a few more days, before returning to London where they have just bought a flat. Michelle’s excitement is high over first home ownership and developing the plans for renovation, which will probably take a year to complete.
Joye and David, my sister and brother in law, brought our 7 year old grand daughter,McKenna, with them from Kansas. She will be staying with us for a month, and it’s fun to have a sweet grandkids in the house. Joye’s grand daughter, Hayley, from Ohio also came along and they have spent a few days sightseeing in the San Francisco Bay area before returning to Kansas Wednesday. Brother Hugh and his wife Genevieve, from Raleigh N.Carolina, also delighted us with a visit the day before the reunion. We were thankful for neighbors the Krugers who loaned us a bedroom since the house was filled.
I am so delighted to be relieved from the abdominal pain that was so bothersome just a few weeks ago. The response to treatment has been beyond my expectations with regard to the pain – in fact I have needed no pain medicine for the last few days. The pain began to subside soon after I started chemo, six weeks ago and has steadily diminished. My appetite and food tolerance also is improving. However, my energy is diminished and I need to rest much more, with long naps.
Bonnie and I were honored at the ob-gyn resident’s annual graduation banquet on the Friday before our family reunion. Bonnie had been in consort with the organizers and they displayed pictures from my lifetime – even before medicine – as they honored me with a “Lifetime Exceptional Achievement Award” and for Bonnie a big bouquet of roses! Many of the current faculty members are former residents in our training program, so it was especially meaningful to have them together for this occasion. And I also was reaffirmed in the decision to go the Trilogy radiation treatment route, as I would not otherwise have been able to attend the reunion nor the resident’s graduation. And I’m also so thankful that God has used chemo and radiation to make me feel better – not exactly the usual outcome one hears about with these treatments.
On the down side, the news from the Administrative Law Judge was not in my favor regarding the insurance payment for the radiation with Trilogy. This was a disappointment of course and may be pursued further if we decide to start over in a claim for services already rendered. Since the judge’s opinion did not come down until after the treatment, I was told by Health Net Insurance, that I would have to start over in a different claim for payment recovery, even if the judge had ruled in my favor. So I’m praying about whether to pursue the claim and asking opinions of some of the radiation oncology staff who have been involved in payment issues. And of course I don’t want this to dominate my life for a long period of time.
We have had a busy weekend and week ahead, with our missionaries and friends the Brees coming today for a gathering with friends to hear of their work in Pakistan. Then Sunday, son Drew and family are coming to celebrate my birthday and their anniversary when we also join celebrating two neighbors birthdays in another neighbors gathering, it will be like a mini block party! Haleigh and Taylor will stay for a week and go with McKenna for our MPPC church day camp,
This morning we heard from my brother, Tom who works in Ethiopia, that they will be arriving for a visit with us on Monday. So the sheets are staying warm, and we’re so glad to have our family and friends around us at this time.
Yesterday McKenna, Heather’s daughter, started running a high temperature – up to 104.+ but with prayer, aspirin and cold sponges, it has come down to normal. A virus had hit Haleigh last week so we trust it will be short lived as hers was and no one else comes down with it. McKenna doesn’t enjoy being banished to her “quarantined” room today, but enjoys the room service by Grandmama.
I close by sharing a story in today’s devotional by Bishop Jerry Macklin. Bishop has become a compatriot and good friend as we have co-chaired the Barnabas Project over the last couple of years. Through this project we have developed and provided leadership support and enrichment programs for about 25 ethnic churches in the Bay Area.
“During the third century, when St. Felix of Nola was running from his enemies, he took refuge in a cave. Eventually a spider began to weave a web across the small opening, sealing it off and making it look like nobody had been inside for months. As a result his pursuers passed by and didn’t bother looking there. Later, stepping out into the sunshine, Felix declared, ‘Where God is, a spider’s web is a wall. And where He isn’t, a wall is but a spider’s web.’ Jeus said you’d have problems on earth; people will disappoint you, and you’ll disappoint yourself. Sometimes you’ll end up in a cave because of something your did, other times because of circumstances you’ve no control over. But God is with you either way. And like Paul said, ‘With God on our side…how can we lose?’
“Be at rest once more, for the Lord has been good to you!” Psalm 116.7
Saturday, July 14, 2007
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Hello Dr. Paul!
This is me, Patty, one of your "quieter" cowgirls from the infamous pack trips at Kennedy Meadows. Linda Moore has kept us informed of your health prognosis, and you have been in my prayers for a healthful and expedient recovery.
I know the girls will miss you on their trip this year. My son is in high school football and their practice season starts the Monday after they head out so I will not be on that trip either. Marilyn and I will be doing our own trip again this year, arriving around July 28th for a week, and doing short overnights, or just day trips as we will have a young 3-year-old filly on her first trip.
I have many cherished memories and pictures of our trips together, and all the wonderful food you filled our bellies with is a delight I will never forget. Hope to see you on the trail next year.
Much love and hope,
Patty Gere
Hi Doc Paul.. It's Kim, Linda Moore's daughter. Wanted you to know that our thoughts and prayers are with you always. As we get ready for our pack trip next month, I can't help but think how different it will be without you this year. I can speak for the group when I say how much you will be missed! We all pray that you will be getting better and will make the trip next year.
We have decided to do our own cooking this year, realizing that no one could fill your shoes! Maybe you should be praying for us! Not a day during our trip will go by without thinking about you and all of the joy and fun you brought to our group. You will truly be missed. We will send pictures.. I'm bringing my fishing pole this year.. someone has to try and catch a few! All my love and prayers...
Kim Kaplan
Turk,
Good to hear you are more comfortable. I ran across this poem the other day and it seems to capture how Jesus lived
Poem: "Kindness" by Naomi Shihab Nye, from The Words Under the Words: Selected Poems. © Eighth Mountain Press, 1995.
Kindness
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.
Turk and Bonnie..thanks for your kindnesses to our family over the years.
Dave
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