Friday, November 20, 2015

Day By Day

I realize I just posted a very long post, but in reply to someone's response, I thought of this Hymn I  have sang since I was a child. And now, more than ever it's message is very real to me.

Day by day and with each passing moment,
Strength I find to meet my trials here;
Trusting in my Father's wise bestowment,
I've no cause for worry or for fear.
He whose heart is kind beyond all measure
Gives unto each day what He deems best--
Lovingly, its part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with peace and rest.
2 Ev'ry day the Lord Himself is near me
With a special mercy for each hour;
All my cares He fain would bear, and cheer me,
He whose name is Counselor and Pow'r.
The protection of His child and treasure
Is a charge that on Himself He laid;
"As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,"
This the pledge to me He made.
3 Help me then in eve'ry tribulation
So to trust Thy promises, O Lord,
That I lose not faith's sweet consolation
Offered me within Thy holy Word.
Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,
E'er to take, as from a father's hand,
One by one, the days, the moments fleeting,
Till I reach the promised land.
Baptist Hymnal, 1991

Saying Goodbye To Some Of the Day Shift Care Givers

Please Click to Enlarge Pictures.
This picture is of just a few of many of Joe's care givers during his stay on the surgery unit at Portland Adventist Hospital.  They work 12 hour shifts and because he was discharged around the noon hour, we didn't get to say goodbye to the evening shift.  Just know they got him through some rough times in the night hours and for that we are very grateful. These are some  of the gals that jumped for joy when they heard the first "gurgle" in their stethoscope when listening for bowel tones, "yippeed" when he tooted for the first time, "waahoo'd" when he had his first poop, shed tears when we had tears.... I just wish I could have gathered all of them from both "shifts to take their pictures. 

I didn't do a very good job on this picture. Jean is the nurse that discharged Joe today and she didn't give an inch when he argued with her about raking leaves when he got home. The answer was a big NO. And she related a graphic story to him about the possibility of what could happen if he tried it! Needless to say She won!! 

This is Brie.  What can I say. She recognized Joe when he was admitted to the unit from surgery. Why? Because  a few years ago she worked  at Miramont Pointe with him.  Brie  would set goals for Joe to get him to increase his fluid intake.  And in the end he met that goal of over a 1,000 cc's so he could go home.

This is Jenny.  There wasn't one nurse on that unit that wasn't full of compassion and caring. But something "clicked' between Jenny and Joe. He is a man who instead of verbalizing tends to internalize.  Jenny listened with her heart. She understood his anxieties and got him to talk about them. It is pretty well known I'm a "cry baby" and I shed my share of tears this week. But every one of those caregivers have given hugs, listened, and wiped my tears ( or made sure I had tissues) and for that I will be eternally grateful.
As we were getting ready to leave, Jean handed me a card. I opened it and inside were notes of encouragement  and caring from each of them. I hope they know we loved them as much as the love they showed us.

Well, here we are, end of this particular journey and getting ready to start the next one .

Next Wednesday, November 25, Joe has his first  appointment  at The Knight Cancer Institute  located in the Pavilion which is connected to Portland Adventist Hospital. At this appointment, Joe will meet 
his oncology Dr., Dr. Jingjing Hu, (pronounced Who),  

I borrowed this picture from the Internet. 
 When I went to pick up the paper work today, Nicole gave me a short tour of where Joe will be getting his chemo treatments. 
For the next few days, we are resting while Joe continues to heal from the surgery. They took his incision staples out today before he left the hospital. He is already eating better. He says it's the home cooked food. He rarely takes the pain pills ordered for him not because he's trying to be strong and brave, but because he has little or no pain. For that we thank the Lord. And on that note, the Lord is answering our prayers. We have peace, we feel His strength and comfort and we need it, He gives us the courage  to meet each new challenge.  Today was a good day and for that we are very grateful.  From the bottom of our hearts, thank you for your prayers, your thoughts, your notes of encouragement and all the beautiful cards.The mantle on our fireplace has turned into 

 a place to display all the cards.  Yes, the Snowy Christmas Picture is a bit early, but I found it at a Christmas bazaar sale the  Hospital Volunteers were having and I bought it for Joe to enjoy from his recliner.  If any of you care to use the snail mail to send notes of encouragement directly to Joe, our mailing address is P.O. Box 68207, Oak Grove, Oregon 97268