Posting From a Hospital Bed

Posting From a Hospital Bed

As I type this post, we're spending some time in a Neurology hospital in Dallas, Texas, and we'd be grateful for your prayers. I'm typing this in the late night hours, from LeRoy's hospital room. I don't know how often I can post, it's hard to even find time to eat, but I wanted to reach out to you because we need you right now.

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When the Doctors Have No Answers

When the Doctors Have No Answers

“We just don't know.” That's not the words you want to hear coming from your care team (who operates under the direction of one of the world's most respected neurologists). The words hit hard. When my husband and I make our regular trip to his doctors at UT Southwestern, we always go hoping for answers, looking for a solution, praying for an encouraging prognosis.

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Riding the Roller Coaster of Illness

Riding the Roller Coaster of Illness

I’ve never liked roller coasters. Ever. I just don’t get the point. Zooming through open air, way beyond heights that are safe, and then dropping so fast that you prepare to throw up. Not to mention slinging around corkscrew turns so hard that it triggers muscle spasms in your neck. And why in the world would any sane person enjoy risking flying off a track that probably hasn’t actually been inspected by someone truly concerned about safety? Really.

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The Truth That’s Hard to Swallow

Facebook is an interesting community where we’re assaulted with all kinds of opinions, arguments, and uncomfortable gossip (that’s why I don’t spend much time there, you’ll find me more often on Instagram). But when I do drop in to post occasional updates or links to blog posts, invariably I’ll get a few responses that are well intended, I assume, but nonetheless, they are comments that are untrue. As I’ve posted updates on LeRoy’s destructive illness and paralysis, I’ve received these kinds of comments: “Your husband doesn’t deserve this!” “God didn’t do this to him, this is the work of the devil!” “God doesn’t bring illness . . .”

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That Non-Mushy-Man Totally Surprised Me!

That Non-Mushy-Man Totally Surprised Me!

Remember when I told you my favorite February memory? That February, before we were married, when LeRoy was working hard to win my heart and sent me gifts fourteen days in a row? (Single men typically have more money and more incentive for romance, just sayin’.) Remember that he surprised me by taking me on a “Deep South” tour? And remember when I said that was the most “mushiness” my man ever showed me? He tells people all the time that he used up all his romance factor in those two weeks. This week, that non-mushy-man completely surprised me, again!

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