Today is the first day of February, and I am still in a state of limbo about this disease. I awake every day, grateful, of course, and yet I still want this all to go away. Unfortunately, this is not the case. I woke up and it’s still there.
After years of study done in these laboratories, and data gathered, you would think that Cancer would have been eradicated fron the earth. Yet, there is still a high rate of death because of this disease, and seemingly, no end in sight. So what about what matters? Daily there are more and more reports of people dying, than there are stories of actual success at triumphing through this thing.
What do you do when you know that there are cures, and they are kept private for those who have the means to pay for their cure? You may think that I am being a conspiracy theorist or something to that affect, but that’s not the case here. I am simply focusing on what I believe that apparently all men are not created equal in the eyes of men. The game of life ensues, as each pawn is moved around or depraved of what is necessary to function as they should in their every day lives. And treated with lesser care and interests as their vessels start to decay. I don’t know understand why this has to be,but I also refuse to succumb or serrender to what shouldn’t be. This disease ravishes to the very bone marrow, and less insight is made upon the agony of knowing that there may or may not be a way to beat this thing, and to have to walk away with your head held up high, with shredded dignity, or none at all. I say Lord, stop this madness that has become the worst nightmare with no end for some, and generously bless those who have come away with victory! ♠
I don’t have a fear of dying. Actually, it is not something I think about. But what I do have a fear of is doctor’s and their treatments, and I don’t think they really know what these drugs will really do. I don’t have fear, I have an expectation of the God I love and pray to, that He hears my prayers and be there with me. I pray even when I do not realize that I am praying. The gripe with me is that this stuff showed up. Then I remember the “thorn” Paul was annoyed with. And God said to Paul, that His grace was sufficient. I wondered why this had to happen to me, but I stand convicted that God has got this! I go into treatment tomorrow, expecting a “miracle” whether big or small, I expect my Lord to show up. What is FEAR? It’s walking without God. F.alse E.vidence A.ppearing R.eal. so I am choosing to F.ace E.verything A.nd R.ise!! Keeping my head up! You guys do the same. I will have my phone with me, and I get notifications through my email. So post a POSITIVE, and I will return the LOVE.
How in touch are we when it comes to communicating with each other? I see the world as falling further and further apart from foundational beliefs,and spiritual growth to spiritual failure,and no leg to stand on. There is an unrest in this world,and it will not get better,no matter the ‘promises’ made by the new president elect,nor the government. There is a reason for all that has been taking place around us,but do we see how far down we have gone? Morals are no longer a standard,and living has become harder unless you bend to what society deems a better way of living and /or doing things. How in touch are we? We have all but built mental underground shelters where we have decided to retreated to become non spiritual shells of denial. There is no feeling of responsibility to family and life. There is no concern about how we have lost control of our homes,and important decisions that make our homes more readily prepared for the onslaught of the camaraderie that world has unleashed on everyone. Being out of touch with the Living God has become the choice of those who feel as if what they do is can and will be overlooked by God. Wrong has become right,and right has become wrong! It is now,where they cannot discern the difference. How out of touch are we with the Lord? With Life? With ourselves? Just think about it….How,…..
….”In TOUCH,are we?”