I've lived a few lives.....

Good Morning, Scraps of Love. Just noticed that there other people who now have our name. :-(. No idea is new in this world). I think I was first, so hopefully I will stick by you this time, being as I don't want to lose you altogether......

I feel like I have lived a few lives, now that I'm 'older', and I feel that I should put some of my life on paper, or at least in print. Not that my life has been so remarkable, but mostly because I have an amazing Creator, who has stood by me, for all of my life, even before I knew who my Creator was.

There are so many chapters to my life, and the most interesting thing in all of my chapters, is the on going belief and presence of  God, through struggles, good times, and bad. I would like to think that I have had my share of trials, and am over them, and now living the restful, peaceful golden years, but of course, as the years go forward, there are and will be many new challenges. Hopefully I will do all that I can, to make the best of them.

Sometimes I'll be long winded, and often, just a few words, things that come to my memory. I should start at the beginning, but then, that's too long and tedious. Maybe I'll just go back a few years, back and forth, just how I hate it when movies do that.

In 2010, almost 3 years ago, when I had a really hard time breathing, it became obvious I had to do something, and I did. It was drastic, I had a complete 'trachea reconstruction'. My trachea had become the size of a coffee stirrer, the breathing part that is. I would still walk to work, 6 blocks, but it became very difficult. So, we (my dear husband Jon and I), took the chance, and had the surgery, actually, surgeries. It was quite successful, with much difficulty, of course. I had a tracheotomy for one month and one day. That one day really counted, because after I had the trach removed, my surgeon got in an accident, only a couple of hours later. He was knocked off of his bike,and cracked his head open, and was gone from work for a month). (No helmet). Sad for him, lucky for me, I wanted that thing out.

Jon was my caretaker, once I came home from the hospital, 1st surgery, and after being in the hospital for well over a week. Tubes, etc. for one week, only fed by tube then. Only twice did I stop breathing, when the trach got clogged, 2nd time when I first came home, and hubby rescued me. He took care of me for that month. Fortunately, the way we live, in full time Christian community, they were able to carry us, and made this possible.

One other thing I want to say about this incident, when I first had this amazing surgery, when I first woke up, right there, when I saw Jon sitting by my side, I really saw Jesus sitting there. Jesus was very real to me, His presence, as I'm sure He was, throughout the entire surgery, for hours. I'll tell you about the twilight surgery that followed, so I could speak again, that was surreal, later.