Yesterday I went to Chapel Hill to get a CAT scan. It wasn't a very pleasant trip. You see I've had diarrhea ever since the day after my chemo. I asked the Lord for help getting me through the day. He did not fail me. Each time I needed to be close to the bathroom, there was one just feet from me. I could not have done it without the Lord's help. I've been in the Valley for a long time now. And if there's one thing that I have learned. Even in the Valley God is always close by your side, ready to lift you up in the more difficult times.
I actually had to stop writing to answer the phone. It was Dr. Gehrig with the results of my scan. She told me that some of my lymph nodes were not showing cancerous now and that the ones that still were the cancer has reduced by half. She says there was no change in my cervical cancer, and that she would be performing a really complete checkup when I went back for chemo. The tumor on my adrenal gland shows the same. Thank you for all your prayers and thoughts. Now on to the story.
On our way home, Willard stopped by IGA to get a few needed items. While he was in the store, I watched as a man in his 40s walked out to his car and sat down in the drivers seat. He did not crank the car when he got in, but seemed to be waiting for something. Out of the door came an elderly man hardly able to walk. He seemed to be staggering as if Dizzy, holding on to anything he could grasp. I knew the feeling, because many times while walking I get dizzy and feel as if I will pass out if I don't set down. It's not a good feeling. I got so angry at what appeared to be the old man's son. He sat in the car and almost looked angered that the old man was taking so long to get to the car. If I had been able I would have got out myself and helped him. But then there would be two people walking around dizzy. I really wanted to say something to the man sitting in the car. How dare he treat any human being like that.
It just seems to me that many of the younger generation treat the elderly as if they're not human. I guess we're just in the way like an old piece of furniture that needs to be thrown out. Every time I think of the old man, I want to cry. Where there should be love and compassion, there's intolerability. You could tell that the younger man was chauffeuring the older man out of responsibility, but surely not love nor compassion. I pray for the old man and all like him, who have children that could care less about them.
I wonder what God will say to those children when they stand before Him? The children who have cursed their parents, mistreated their parents or have totally ignored their parents. Until next time Willard and I wish you health and happiness, May God bless and God save.