Sunday, April 24, 2011


I'm waiting for my daughter to pick me up as we are heading to the airport for the monthly trip to Memphis.
For those of you who don't know, my daughter is being treated for MGD which stands for Mybomian Gland Dysfunction.  This is difficult to treat and the most common way of treating it is really only effective if you have a mild case.  Hers is not.  They don't really know the cause but believe it to be associated with roseca, a redness in the skin on the face.  She's been after some kind of relief going on 14 months and the treatment in Memphis is one that statistics have shown to be effective in keeping the symptoms at bay.  It's a horrible thing to live with as it involves the eyes and feels like the eyes are dry, scratchy, and oft times feels like the tears that wash over the eye every time one blinks is acid-like in its intense burning.  She's gotten some relief but not as much as we'd hoped for by this time (6 months-6 treatments).  Hopefully, once the glands are shut down by this dr's technique, she should be able to maintain and only need 2-3 times a year.  She's been so brave and strong through all of this, stronger than I would be, but she's had just about enough.

The reason I have told you about all of this is that I would like to ask you all to pray for her success with this treatment.  The power of prayer is a wonderful thing and one can not have too many prayers sent on their behalf.  So on this Easter Sunday, the celebration of our Savior's resurrection, please take a moment and remember my daughter in your prayers.  It would mean so much.  Thank you in advance for your kindness.

Sunday, April 3, 2011


Just a quick entry this evening as I wanted to share with you what happened this morning.  One could say it was a comical event, and is was, but seeing as I had just shared the poem about my sister "losing" her glasses only to find them on her face, I thought you all would get a kick out of my Sunday morning faux pas.

It seems, at least for me, that no matter how much time I leave to get ready to walk out the door for church, I always end up rushing.  Well, today was no exception.  As I teach Sunday School I had my usual number of things to take, so much so that I didn't even take my purse with me. 

So I rushed to the closet, got on my coat, buttoned it up as it was cold and raining, put my props behind the car seat and proceeded to church.  My husband was kind enough to let me off in the front where there's an overhang so I wouldn't get wet.  I got out, shut the car door and chased up the stairs to the coat room where I hung up my coat.  It was at that moment that I realized something was missing.  You guessed it.  I had left my glasses which I wear all the time on my chest of drawers at home.  Now I'm not blind without my specs and since I didn't need to read anything I was okay, but I did stop for a moment and contemplate how fitting this event was as today's story was "Jesus Healing the Blind Man."


     This past Friday I experienced something soooo wonderful I have to share it with you.  If you're a follower of my blog you probably know that I had back surgery in 2004 to supposedly correct problems in my lower back.  Well, as anyone who has had back surgery will attest, having back surgery is kind of a crap shoot.  More people are made worse from it than are helped but you get into a painful situation and you'll try anything to get some relief.  That's my story, too. 
     I was hopeful but as they tell you AFTER the operation, the condition that afflicted your lower back just moves up your spine.  Another similar operation can never be done again and "Oh, we're sorry but we can't help you.  Instead, we'll send you to a pain management specialist who we're hopeful will help you."  That guy puts you through a series of procedures that don't help at all and you're left with living on pain medication for the rest of your life.  The condition worsens and the dosage increases until there's nothing else available to relieve the pain.  Surprisingly, I'm not complaining about all this.  It is what it is and you do the best you can.
     The reason I'm going on about this is because last Friday for about 2 glorious hours, I was pain free, walking tall and feeling like a "new" person.  It had been so long since I had felt this way, I couldn't even believe it.  It was a MIRACLE!!!  It was short-lived but it was wonderful and I spent most of the time in mental prayers of thankfulness.  The following is about the occurrence.  I hope you enjoy it.

by Patty Lynn

Today I had a miracle,
To me at least it was.
A span of time that I felt great,
Deserving of applause.

I stood real straight and walked so tall
So long since that was true.
I had an outlook fabulous.
Those moments, they're so few.

I don't recall just what I did
Or if I did at all.
My hope was that I'd stay that way,
The pain hard to recall.

I do know that the sun was out
And temps were milder still.
I prayed that my euphoria
Would never go downhill.

But sure enough the feeling passed.
The aches and pains returned.
They had to since this miracle
Was one I hadn't earned.

That's not to say that miracles
Are ever what we we're due.
God giveth and He taketh 'way
The gifts for me or you.

But just the same I so enjoyed
My moment so sublime.
Perhaps it will return again
To thrill me one more time.

Saturday, April 2, 2011


Last night in my weekly phone call to my oldest sister, she shared a funny "real life" story with me. It doesn't require any set up as it has happened to anyone who uses glasses, all the time or occasionally for reading. Soooo, I submit the following. If you can't relate, you don't wear glasses, ever.

by Patty Lynn

The other day I got so mad!
I couldn't find my glasses.
That's happened oh, so many times.
Each time my memory flashes...

To places, yes, the same ol' haunts
I'd looked those times before.
Eye level to the highest shelf
And even on the floor.

My temperature began to climb
The harder that I searched,
Expecting that I'd find my specs
You know, I'd see them perched...

Upon my bed or the TV
Or even in the frig.
My mind was playing tricks on me.
In short, I flipped my lid.

I screamed, I cried, I hollered, too.
My hubby'd had enough.
He took a studied look at me.
His voice got pretty gruff!

He said, "now get that box up there.
The one your sister sent."
(I didn't understand his tone
Or what he really meant.)

The box it had a mirrored lid.
I often used to see...
My makeup to enhance my looks,
To be a better me.

I opened it and saw my face,
How clear and sharp my eyes,
Revealed the place,
Upon my face...
My embarrassing surprise!