Slow but sure

Whenever my Dad’s mom was facing a setback in her health she had one phrase regarding her progress, “I am getting there, slow but sure.” She might be in the hospital with an exceedingly painful case of shingles but her response was just the same. Surely this attitude endeared many of the medical staff to care for her just a little more. I sure appreciated her more when she reassured me with these words over the phone 300 miles away.

slow but sure, slowly but surely, senior crossing, traffic sign, grandma, grandmother, sign

I have decided to borrow this attitude for myself. Perhaps it will help with another temporary setback as I recover from a recent biopsy of my thyroid. My neck hurts! The procedures and resulting discomfort have triggered more noxious symptoms including those related to hormone fluctuations: temperature dysregulation, blood sugar swings, occasional tearfulness, etc. But it had to be done: my third round of biopsies over the years at least this time was performed under conscious sedation. Gratefully I did not have to be awake when they pushed that very long needle into my neck. Eeeeek!

My recovery is coming along, slow but sure. Today I was able to be upright more hours than yesterday and hopefully I will be able to leave the house tomorrow for an appointment before my infusion of antibiotics in the afternoon. The latter continue 3x per week as they will very likely for the total of a year of IV ceftriaxone. We are trusting the Lord to provide for all of this; we have had to pay thousands per month ourselves for most of this year. With treatment by a naturopath and genetic coach, compounded medications and supplements, and every kind of co-pay there is, we should qualify for a medical tax deduction for the year without any problem!

At least now I am not failing unto death any more. What good would I be to anyone to allow my health to decline without a fight? I believe the Lord gave me a brain, five years, and an unusual provision of resources to get this job done so getter done I shall with my beloved Stevers leading the way. Slowly but surely this train will reach the proverbial “Station*” just in time someday with a little less baggage for having fought the good fight. And it looks like things may be looking up soon (provided the biopsy results indicate that the thyroid nodules are benign!). Regardless: God is good. All the time. God is good.

I hope that you know that to be true too, Gentle Reader. Feel free to tell me about it below . . .