November 17, 2019
Recently I posted about an anniversary. That anniversary was a great one: it was November 8th, 2019, and it was mine and Sandra’s 54th wedding anniversary. Well, between Nov. 8th, 2018, and Nov. 15, 2018 reminds me of another anniversary that Sandra and I had last year. They were bad anniversaries that I wish had never happened.
It was right after Nov. 8th. last year that Sandra fell out in the front yard on her way to the car to go visit a girlfriend and have lunch with her. I didn’t look for Sandra to be home for about three hours. So when she fell outside, I didn’t know anything about it. She couldn’t call me on her cell phone because when she fell it slung her purse quite a ways from her. She yelled for help, but I couldn’t hear her. Sandra’s only option was to crawl and scoot just inches at a time until she got to the house. It took her about an hour and a half to get to the door. I finally heard her knocking and yelling at the door for help. I ran and opened the door, and there Sandra was, soaked with rain and very cold. It was the worst sight I ever saw in my life. Eventually I got her in the house, changed her clothes and got her in a warm bed and gave her something warm to eat and drink. We think (and Sandra’s doctor here in Longview, a year later, also thinks that she probably had a stroke.)
However, Sandra’s doctor in Arkansas, when I took her to see him a few day’s later, thought her fall was just due to some new medicine she was getting used to. But her memory began to decline immediately after this fall, and her voice changed to lower and slower. I knew something was wrong. Finally, just about three weeks ago, Sandra’s doctor here in Longview (who also has a degree in pharmacy) , told Sandra that she thinks her problem with declining memory was due to that new medicine her doctor in Arkansas put her on. The doctor here in Longview changed her medicine and already we are seeing an improvement in Sandra’s memory and her voice is getting back to normal. Thank God!
The next anniversary from last November was when I went to see a rheumatologist for the first time about what I just thought was worsening arthritis in my fingers and hands. After a long examination with many x-rays, he told me my problem was not arthritis, but gout. He said that I had gout all over my body, and it was very severe. He also said if I had not come to him when I did, that I would not have lived another year. I didn’t know gout could get all through your body and even in your organs and could be fatal if untreated. The doctor told me what all I would have to do. First, I had to lose my excess weight or the medicines he prescribed would not work. He also said that I had to start exercising. Well, I have lost 100 pounds, I have been exercising, and I have begun feeling better.
Mine and Sandra’s story for the last year is actually long and complicated. I literally thought we would both be dead before another year passed. Not only was I in much physical pain, but the mental torment and worry was horrible. With me dead, who was going to take care of my family, I thought.
Looking back on mine and Sandra’s problems, I can see now that many of our problems were brought on by our own lifestyles. We were both overweight, and our diets were not healthy. We’ve both lost weight and are eating a much healthier diet.
God wants us to be healthy. 3 John 2 says, “Beloved, I wish above all things that thou mayest prosper and be in HEALTH, even as thy soul prospereth.”
Frankly, my soul wasn’t prospering very much. I hardly felt like praying. And when I read my Bible, I had trouble understanding what I read. There were times I didn’t feel like going to church, so we would just have a little devotional and prayer at home as a family.
Sandra kept telling my family, “You all pray for Spencer! He’s too sick to pray for himself and if we don’t pray for him, he’s going to die.”
Thank God for Sandra’s beautiful and faithful prayers. Without her and my family I would be dead. They all said they knew God had something more for me to do.
For the first time in my life I can see why God wants us to be healthy. When we’re sick, we can’t worship God as we should (or want to) and we can’t work for him as He wants us to. Losing one’s health reminds me of the old adage, “You don’t miss the water until the well goes dry.” And you don’t appreciate your health until it’s gone.
I’ve been able to identify with Job a few times in my life. This last year was one of such, and it was a long time. And I have had to learn to feel like Paul did when God told him. “My grace is sufficient for you.” (2 Cor. 12:9.)
In the introduction to my blog site there is an “ABOUT THE AUTHOR” statement. In there I explain that I’m writing a book telling how I lost all the weight I’ve lost.
This is a good opportunity to give you a progress report on the book. I have talked to two different publishers that are interested in helping me with the book. As of now the working title is: TO YOUR HEALTH: THE LAWS TO THE BEST PHYSICAL, MENTAL AND SPIRITUAL HEALTH YOU CAN HAVE.
I’ve come to realize that one’s health is like a three legged stool. Your health can never be even adequate unless you have all three components together–physical, mental and spiritual.
I’ll keep you posted on the progress of the book. I have all the notes written in a three ring binder and will begin writing the manuscript soon. Please pray for me.
God Bless You,