From Bad, Comes Good.

I got a call this morning that moved me: my dear friend asked me where my latest blog entry was?; the lady looks forward to them!

I couldn't believe it....

I haven't heard much about my blogging, so I thought, in most cases if not all cases, I effectively moved into the oblivion of blogdom. This is OK, sort of, because I want to have a small impact, but I guess I have to accept it if I don't.

It appears I don't. GREAT !!!! At least for one person. Like Jesus looking for that one lost sheep? I take this to mean, in my case, if one person takes time to listen, that is one person I did not share with before. Rome wasn't built in a day. I just want folks to think.

The primary reason I have not posted in about a month is due to illness. What great 5 to 6 weeks it has been. First, suspected cancer. Then biopsies of these areas (12). And not easy to get to, if you know what I mean. My friends kept asking me why I wasn't freaked out about the possibility of having cancer? I told them it was up to God, He had a plan, and that I not only have to accept the good He always does for me, but the possibly "not good" He may choose to do. The real issue is love for His choices for me. He has been 100% right, in all of them, my entire life. But I did ask my friends to stop asking me about freaking out, because if they kept asking me enough, I WAS GOING TO FREAK OUT !!!! I love ya, but stop reminding me. I gave it to God already. It is like ruminating over a sin, for which one has already been forgiven.

Then, just for kicks, I got a case of Shingles, which I diagnosed, after getting my medical degree off a box top. Turns out, I was right. I couldn't figure out why I was in such pain and for such a sustained period of time. Then the skin issues showed up (once again, me falling into the minority whose skin lesions show about 10 days late) and Dr. Keith "Medicine Man" made his extraordinary diagnosis. Now all I have to do is set out a shingle and start practicing.

I am truly sorry, I couldn't resist that one.

Then, I took my oldest to college and developed a viral infection of my sinuses. No, I am not making this up. Rather than let all these maladies get me down, I was still riding my requisite 9.5 miles daily on my bike when I noticed something. It kept getting longer and longer and longer to do the same thing. I would pick a point on the horizon and I swear it kept getting further and further and further away. I have had major surgeries, rode my bike and this didn't happen. Now, it was like I was climbing Everest with just my skivvies on.

After 6 weeks, I am just starting to feel like myself again. However, I am a "climber" when it comes to biking .... and I am dreading hills. No way !!! When that gets back to normal, looking forward to attacking hills, I will know I am back in the saddle again. It is happening, though slowly. I let some people pass me, and trust me, this is a new thing. And I hate it.

I am hoping that you, dear reader, may get some lesson out of this. I am not sure I have, except asking folks to stop asking me why I am not catatonic and should be. I say this in jest; the love for me is what counts.

As this was going on, someone told me I was one of the most grounded and good souled people they knew. I managed to put on a good face somehow, with the help of prayer. In "bad", comes "good". Think about it. I felt awful, privately, and someone still loved me. That's pretty darn nice. I also asked God to use my pain in any manner He saw fit. Maybe a soul got freed from bondage? Then it was all worth it. That would be a real gift. Can you imagine being able to do that??? I know it is possible, and I hope I did so.

God bless you.

K J Price