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Not Quite So British

I’ve been meaning to post an update here for a while now…I just didn’t think this would be it.

My grandmother is in the hospital.

She has been fighting cancer for a while now….we’ve already had her longer than we should have. And today may not have been a terrible thing that happened; she’ll probably get to go home tomorrow. The doctors were hopeful. And my family of doctors and nurses looked relieved.

But for a bit there…it was scary.

Because I realized there’s so much left I have to say to her.

I have so much I want to tell her, so much to show her. I’m scared I’ll forget all those amazing things she taught me, or the stories she told. I don’t want to think about how hard it will be for my granddad if ever she’s not there.

That’s one thing about Pearson’s. They don’t show emotion…they don’t communicate affection. They don’t say “I love you”….unless it’s to a dog. We’re rather British in that way. haha. But today; I saw something different.

As we all sat around, laughing as my grandfather teased my (single) brother about catching himself one of the pretty nurses that filled the hospital; as my mom laughed and mentioned how my granddad thought everyone should get a nurse…because he had his eye on one oh so long ago. And he talked about how cute the nurses looked back in the day, with their white dresses, and little white caps…and then something magical happened.

As he smiled at my grandmother in her hospital bed, he said “She always was such a beautiful young thing”; and she just grinned back delightedly at him. And I saw it.

Such love between them both, it made my heart ache, and my spirit soar.

You could see it in their eyes. The worry in my granddad’s…the contentment in hers. The love that had only grown stronger with time.

He talked about how scared he was when she fainted today; how he was too old to be catching her…and when my older brother pointed out how he had done it anyway, my granddad just smiled, as if to say “And I’d do it a hundred times over”…because he really, truly loved her. She forgets things sometimes, now. And though sometimes he complains…he always takes care of her. And you can see it….you don’t always hear it…but it’s there, in his eyes.

You don’t always notice it….sometimes we Pearson’s appear gruff and stoic…but underneath, we’re not quite so British after all.

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So Long, My Dearest Departed Coffee

I have become a tea drinker, out of necessity. I have grown too used to having something hot to drink, and it is with sadness that I pass the coffee by for my new Honey Green Tea instead. But, if no coffee means a healthier, manageable life, then I’m ready to give it up as the need calls.
As I’ve spent some time looking into what I can and cannot have with my condition, I’m realizing it’s going to be rather a drastic lifestyle change for me. But I’m also hoping this will be an answer to my weight loss problem as well. In the last three weeks specifically, I’ve noticed a major change in my appetite–when eating (or not, as the case varies) means I’m going to feel a lot worse, I find that I’m just not interested. I’ve also been nauseated quite a lot lately, so that comes into play as well; already seven pounds lighter than I was a week and a half ago. I’ve been challenged to get back to some sort of workout routine; since Friday I’ve faithfully walked for 30-60 minutes a day, and I feel much better already. I know that’s not much, even comparing to some of the more intense workouts I’ve done in the past….but the last couple weeks had gotten really bad, as far as pain went, it was a challenge to do any sort of activity.
My back injury from the fall of ’09 also seems to be partly to blame. I have a list of stretches to work it up, and even went in to the clinic last week, where my doctor (dad) popped it or something in a couple different places.

So, armed with my book of stretches, a list of food do’s and don’ts, an increasing workout regime, and my green tea, I’m looking a little more optimistically towards the future.

More later…

Prayer

I have totally decided that I am getting back on my exercise routine. In spite of how I feel; ignoring any pain that tells me otherwise, I am going to conquer this thing. Thinking about it: getting in better shape isn’t necessarily going to keep me from feeling bad whenever the pain decides to strike…but it will self_fitness_girlmake it not quite as horrible. I am so tired of feeling like this all the time; and while I may continue to have only one good day out of five for some time yet till we can figure this out, I am going to fight to have the healthiest body I am capable of.
And I am going to pray like never before about it.

That is one thing I have been convicted of recently; prayer. I have been reading through Elizabeth George’s book, “A Woman After God’s Own Heart” in anticipation for my girls study which will (Lord willing) start in January, and was quickly brought up short when I reached the third chapter. ‘Of course I pray!!’ was my first response…even more quickly followed by ‘but not like that’. Not as deeply, not as completely. Not about every single thing in my life. Oh, yeah, sure I pray about big decisions to be made; for friends or acquaintances who are ill, in need of healing or help in another area. I even pray for strength to make it through the day, physically and relationally.
But there were two huge things in my life that I hadn’t really talked to God about. I mean really, intently, and intimately talked with God about. The first, I realized about a month or so ago, but haven’t been completely faithful in. I’m going to assume that pretty much only girls read this blog (if anyone), and probably only ones who I know and who know me very  well.  So I’ll go ahead and say it without fear of being taken the wrong way.
I have prayed for different things in/for my future husband; this or that character trait, health, safety, an unquenchable love for the  Lord…but I had never asked God for a husband specifically. marriage
And I don’t remember ever asking Him for His divine help in losing all my excess weight. I have struggled for years to get my extra  weight off…and only succeeded in yo-yoing with it. Now, with my recently discovered (but as of yet, still un-diagnosed) health  problems, losing this weight has become all the more important.

“I will lift up my eyes to the hills-
from whence comes my help?
My help comes from the Lord.”
Psalm 121:1,2

God will, I believe, give me strength if I ask for it in this area. For “this is the confidence which we have before Him, that, if we ask anything according to His will, He hears us. And if we know that He hears us in whatever we ask, we know that we have the requests which we have asked from Him” (1 John 5:14,15). I also know that good health is in His will, according to 1 Corinthians 6:12-14, 18-20 and 9:24-27.
I also believe that God does intend for me to marry; “for indeed man was not created for the woman’s sake, but woman [was created] for the man’s sake” (1 Corinthians 11:9) and Titus 2:4,5 says to encourage the young women to love their husbands (among other things), impossible to do if they weren’t married.

So I am going to be earnestly seeking God for these specific two things. I also have a feeling I have a whole lot more to learn.