Lenten Resolution

The Christians among you will have some sense that last Thursday marked the beginning of Lent. For some, Lent means simply “giving something up,” something like coffee or sweets or meat, something that makes one feel virtuous. Don’t get me wrong; making any sacrifice for 40 days is a good thing, no matter what it is. I won’t get into the meaning of the sacrifice to the individual because that would reveal my cynicism about the whole thing.

This year, our minister asked us to consider doing something for Lent that had deeper personal meaning for us as Christians. He suggested things like setting aside time for Bible reading, for prayer, for volunteering, for helping others, for considering how we spend our money. To be honest, I had lost track of the days and thought that Ash Wednesday (the day before Lent starts) was the following week. Doug pointed out my error when I asked if he wanted to go to the Ash Wednesday service at our church. At that point, I made what I think was a pretty bold statement.

It’s important to note here that I had been sick the week before this conversation, with fever, vomiting, chills and incredible fatigue. The bug had disappeared the day before, so I was feeling a bit more chipper. Perhaps that explains the boldness of my statement. I think it’s also interesting that we were on the way to an appointment with my family doctor, and that I had a long list of things I wanted to check with her.

OK, OK already. I can hear you all saying it. What’s the bold statement? Here it is:
For Lent, I am giving up being sick. That’s it; sick no more. Those of you who follow this blog and followed its predecessor will realize that this statement represents a goal in my life. I wanted to be free of my need to “be sick” in order that I be the centre the centre of attention. After 4 months in hospital where my sickness was entirely not my creation nor my choice, I realized that being the centre of that much attention was not what I wanted. Hence the statement that I am giving up being sick. This doen’t mean that I won’t have the occasional cold or other “real” illness; it means that I won’t create sickness for myself.

For me this is a huge thing. I am committed for 40 days, but it is my hope and prayer that I get so used to not being sick that I will keep it up forever.

Love, gail

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Another quick note

A reminder from Peter that I had sort of dropped out of sight (blog) again, so I thought it was time for a brief update. Things are progressing reasonably well. I have abandoned the walker, except for outside, especially in the snow. Around the house, I seem to be able to manage without any aids, and indoors away from home, I use a cane. I’m still not eating well, although I really am trying. Exercises to strengthen my legs are crucial to my successful rehab, Despite that, I am finding it hard to do them regularly. I go for walks at the mall, but have trouble spending an equal amount of time working specifically on my legs. There are still some issues about medications that we’re working through, but all in all, 4 weeks after leaving hospital, I reckon I’m doing OK.

Worry not, my friends. I will get back to regluar posting as soon as my motivation for any kind of regular activity returns. While I hate to blame the weather, it does tend to make me feel crappy when it is so cold and blustery that going out becomes a totally intimidating chore. Maybe that’s the whole problem …

Love, gail
(Not proofread)