Friday, November 29, 2013

Thanksgiving

This year I am going to be selfish in what I am thankful for.  Dennis and I are thankful for both of our parents, who have sacrificed much for us.  I am very thankful for my mom, who while our community built on to our house while we were in Houston in rehab, she sold her house and downsized to move her and daddy in to their new room at our house.  My dad had three years living with us before he passed and I am so grateful for that time.  My mom took over cooking duty and staying with Dennis, since I work full time.  I give her a pass on the weekends because I do love to cook when I have the time.  This year we planned Thanksgiving and did some cooking the night before so it wasn't so much in the morning.  I woke up to the smell of coffee and turkey and I have never been more grateful to have her here.  When life overwhelms me, she talks me off of the ledge. She is a great counselor and confidante.  This year it was only us three for thanksgiving but you would have thought we were feeding an army.  We won't have to cook all weekend!  If I hadn't had a praying momma when I was younger I don't know what would have happened to me, so this Thanksgiving I am grateful that she had God and talked to Him daily on my behalf and still does.   Happy Thanksgiving, much love, Cheri

Our bountiful feast!

Monday, November 25, 2013

God



This song has become Dennis and I's anthem, these are the lyrics.

         Never Once

Standing on this mountaintop
Looking just how far we’ve come
Knowing that for every step
You were with us

Kneeling on this battle ground
Seeing just how much You’ve done
Knowing every victory
Was Your power in us

Scars and struggles on the way
But with joy our hearts can say
Yes, our hearts can say

Never once did we ever walk alone
Never once did You leave us on our own
You are faithful, God, You are faithful

Kneeling on this battle ground
Seeing just how much You’ve done
Knowing every victory
Was Your power in us

Scars and struggles on the way
But with joy our hearts can say
Yes, our hearts can say

Never once did we ever walk alone
Never once did You leave us on our own
You are faithful, God, You are faithful
You are faithful, God, You are faithful

Scars and struggles on the way
But with joy our hearts can say
Never once did we ever walk alone
Carried by Your constant grace
Held within Your perfect peace
Never once, no, we never walk alone

Never once did we ever walk alone
Never once did You leave us on our own
You are faithful, God, You are faithful

Every step we are breathing in Your grace
Evermore we’ll be breathing out Your praise
You are faithful, God, You are faithful
You are faithful, God, You are faithful

You are faithful, God, You are faithful
You are faithful, God, You are faithful


There couldn't be any truer lyrics for us than these.   We went to the infectious disease doctor on Thursday last week and the medicines that he had been on were not something that would work for this type of infection.  So... they put a pic line in and we give him shots three times a day of a very strong antibiotic and he takes one orally.  I'm not going to lie, this has kind of disrupted our pattern around here.  I have to give him his shot at 6:30 a.m,  and then home health gives him the 2:30 shot.  I give him the shot at 10:30 at night.  We have to do this for 6 weeks.  We are praying that this is going to knock this infection out and Dennis won't have to feel crummy but until then we are praying that he doesn't feel bad all through the holidays.  I hope my prayer warriors will pray in agreement  with us.  But, this is just one more testimony to the fact the God is taking us through this and He once again is guiding and directing our paths.  He has never left us and He is seeing us through this.  I don't know where we would be without Him.  On another note, we got our first dusting of snow and our squirrels came out in full force.  We have nuts buried all over the yard!


Much love, Cheri

Monday, November 18, 2013

It's always something!

SCI's(Spinal Cord Injury) are hard enough and then there is the every day crap that goes along with having a spinal cord injury.  I do believe that my husband has to be the most patient man alive and it is not by choice.  If it is late at night and he needs something scratched, I don't jump right up and do it.  I first say "really" like he would make it up so I could jump out of bed at 3:30.  Then I lumber out of bed and take my time.  My blogger friend Dana said she is passive agressive toward her husband who is also in a wheelchair and I think that is maybe true of a lot of caregivers. We do what we need to do in a detached way while harboring agressive feelings inside.  Dennis can not feed himself, so what is the chore I hate the most?  You get the drift?  He never gets things done the minute he asks, it's always later or if I forget he will have to remind me again, and as I have said many times you may think I am a selfish person but that is OK, because I love Dennis and will be the first to mow down anyone who hurts or is mean to him in any way. This is what sucks about SCI, you can be going along feeling great and life is good, which is so few and far between in SCI world that you have to enjoy the moments.  Just when you think OK, we got this, something out of left field hits you.  Dennis's pressure sore on his ankle tested positive for ecoli and some other things.  He gets to take a shot for two weeks and an antibiotic to go along with the shot.  It sucks.  He is feeling great and now this comes at us. They told him he is going to feel like crap, but the last time this happened he didn't so we are trying to be very positive.  It is for two weeks, we can do this!  The great thing is that God is right beside us, and He will never leave us or forsake us.   We are going to be praising Him in this storm and giving Him the glory when we get to the other side. In the mean time I have my Christmas up and I am going to sit back and enjoy.  (Don't judge me).  I have done a couple of projects and I'll show some photos.

This is the only one I have finished this year.


And this is my baby Deacon wishing he could go run in the front and chase cats.


 I will go wash my glass door now.   Much love, Cheri