It's time. yeah, way overdue. Worth the wait because I ain't so wild and I am less gray. Both need explaining, both are edifying and worth the long read.
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Less Gray, Faceoffs with infants |
"Less gray" BUT not bald because my chemo treatment targeted my long gray bundle. Came out all over the place. Carolyn's hair cut saved the pillow and the vacuum and left me with a pretty "normal" old guy's short-hair thining crown of former glory.
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Young, Wild, may not live to gray |
Less "wild" sorta. "Muted Wild Gray Goose" should be the title. Too odd. You know I have advance stage 4 prostate cancer. You DONT know 'til now a sudden disability in my legs; that is unless you see me falling, tripping, walking proudly upright but slow and think this "normal" for me. Well, it ain't. My explaination forms a message for you to take to your heart.
Wrote this first to a friend asking about my status with
prostate cancer. Several have asked and this comes at a time I have
crossed the threshold to "New Stage," a state where life changes
radically. We all face them. More than once. Few catch on,
fewer still accept and adapts. Mostly happens in the aging stage when certain
life functions fail. I'm sending this out to my friends who may, as I
did, not recognize and therefore fight a New Stage in life. Hanging on to
an "historic you" may mean the change--the new and different you--drags you
across the rocky trail. Change IS life. Often it's introduced
by God for His purposes in us. How dare He interrupt. ("When God
Interrupts," Barnes, top reading) Nothing is nailed down--as I
painfully discovered last weekend. The Creator does His work without
nails. Except three, the ones that fixed our salvation to the
cross. Those and the One so-impaled never changes. Everything else is in
God's flux. This is feeling a bit like a sermon. Read on for the story. Give it thought an prayer. Too busy for that (really?!)I feel a sermon coming on. At least a new entry in Wild
Gray Goose blog.
Thanks, guys for asking. I've been away most of the day,
having found a gorgeous lookout spot on the edge of the high plateau just past
the ranch we're praying to acquire for the kids' Deep Rivers Family Ranch.
Got to look over a vast vista, miles of the Colorado River and the verdant
Fruita valley. Had my journal, notebook, "When God Interrupts"
(Craig Barnes), Bible, of course, and a banana. It took well into this
afternoon to feel settled on the new wrinkle, the "interruption" the
Lord introduced to me in the Grand Junction ER last Saturday.
Seems my legs giving out suddenly was not an attack of cancer on
my lower back nerve bundle, but a couple of extruded disks. So I am now
hobbled by a cane, soon to become a "walking stick" fashioned by a
gnarly branch from the abundance of Pinyon Pine around here. Operation
with enemy cancer troops using my lower back as a re-staging area, is not
possible. Ortho spine doc this week will announce his contribution to a
serious life change. At any rate, I am now among the enfeebled elderly,
walking slowly and avoiding "normal" challenges. BUT I refuse
to get a handicap hanger. So many violations for convenience by the
healthy, I hold on to this bit of pride as long as I can. I'll show
'em! I'll lean heavily on my Deep Rivers walking stick as I hobble past
the 25 year old bounding from his Cougar.
Therapist soninlaw, Matt, took me aside to tell me that one of
the most consistent troubles that bring clients was a failure to recognize new
stages. Worse, few who catch on manage to adjust. Shortened life is not
an issue for me, but limited mobility for Mr.
"Do-It-All-and-Speedily-at-That" is now humbled. The kids rush
to help me through the door, down the steps. I'm putting of standard tasks
involving distance or lifting. There goes loading hay bales.
As usual, seen with the clear eye of God's will and working,
there is irony, if not humor. I helped Matt load 150 hay bales for the
Deep Rivers horses. Sure, it was the day of my chemo, but I feel pretty
normal until a day or two later. Same day and three days after, I hauled
a 50 pound pack on my back for a mile or more with the Colton, our 12--cum-13-cum-manhood
lad getting ready for the five day rim-to-rim "rite of passage" hike
down the Grand Canyon. "So, Doc, extruding disks? How'd that happen?"
I described the week before. He chuckled and said something medical like
"DUUUuuuH." So, I try to walk as if nothing is wrong or
weak. Denial wears off slowly.
Back to my cliff edge hangout sorting things out about this New
Stage stuff. I speak often of the "Finishing Well" stage of the
journey. Nice to spiritualize it, but that ain't it. That stage of
my Walk goes on. The new physical limitations is now a framework around
that. So, you can picture my chuckle at the end of this deep session of re-commiting myself to the Lord in the New Stage when I heard the words, "slower and lower."
It's my new theme, the new me layered on the old me, good and bad. And a better chance for the good to dominate. Slower and more humble will keep me in less trouble and eventually look good on me.
As to my advanced prostate cancer, it still moves slowly.
I have had very little side effects of the chemo treatments I get every
21 days. When we return to SoCal in early September, I'll get a set of
scans and test so we know what my status is.
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IMPORTANT PS: I think you know the other focus for us, in fact, overwhelms most
of our health issues, is helping the kids acquire a short sale property nearby
for Deep Rivers Family Ranch, their whole-family intervention therapy
ranch. MAN, is this complicated! We're learning new dimensions of
prayer as all the impossible challenges and deadlines fall aside. We're
in our critical week. If the foreign bank does not grant us an extension
to the closing, the Lord's signal is "Nice try. I enjoyed your
trusting me. I've got something better."
CURIOUS ABOUT DEEP RIVERS FAMILY RANCH? Go there on Facebook for little stories and photos We'd LOVE it if you "LIKE" us!. Or hit the site, www.deepriversfamilyranch.com and wonder if some family you know or a pastoral or therapy pro would like this as a "rescue" resource when dysfunction begs for intervention and life-long relational health is a family goal.
2 Comments:
Continuing to pray for you Gary! I just had another scan to check for the c bandits. I get the results on the 17th.
Let me encourage you to use the restrictions you have recently received to give you time to write and encourage those grandbabies. You and I both know we won't be HERE forever, leave behind tangible pointers to our savior. Leave them letters and notes that give them fire in their belly to serve the King. Help them understand your love for your bride, the sacrificial love you have developed and why that matters. Leave the kind of legacy that will cause generations down the way to guard their steps because "Gary's grandkids DON'T act that way!" Fight for them on your knees and write them notes to tell them you are doing so! Make it so that when the Lord comes for you, one of the things that they will miss is knowing you were praying for them.
Fight on my dear fellow footsoldier! Use every ounce of energy to serve your King! Acquit yourself as a man! Burn up not out! Be found faithful!
Know I am praying for you!
The Pauper
Bless you brother! I noted the names of familiar places...worked for the National Park Service in Colorado and one winter in Death Valley.
This may be of interest to a Grandpa...an easy way for kids to learn the Ten Commandments...
http://textsincontext.wordpress.com/2012/09/06/teaching-children-the-ten-commandments/
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