GIVE ME A WORD

In the beginning was the WORD, and the WORD was with God, and the WORD was God. John 1:1 A devotional that I read this week was entitled “Give Me A Word.” It told of inspirational writer Marjorie Holmes’ daughter who was fascinated by words from a very young age. “The little girl would ask, ‘Give me a bright word, Mother.’ And Marjorie would answer with a string of nouns and adjectives that described the word bright, ‘sunshine, golden, luminous, shiny, sparkling.’” (Coffee Break With God, page 136) Around the Coffman household for the past 2 weeks, the word has been “discombobulation.” A no frills summary: Terry, my chief cook, grocery-getter, master of the laundry room, my spill-cleaner-upper and newspaper & mail gatherer had surgery this past Monday to...

My Mother’s Death

  It is hard to believe that three weeks ago my dear sweet 92 year old mother had a heart attack followed by a stroke. She was airlifted from the rural hospital near where she lived to a larger facility. Mom was alert and her own sassy-self as the helicopter prepared to take off. The flight nurse asked her if she would like to be positioned so she could see out. “Of course,” she replied. “I don’t want to miss anything!” Mom died a week later on June 28. One or more of us (her five children) was with her day and night, along with our spouses and many of her grandchildren. We got back home to Fuquay-Varina last Monday night. I’m processing a little at a time or sometimes not at all. Taking some naps. Reading a book of meditations from a dear friend, Healing...

Surrounded by a Circle of Grace

In February, as you know, I chose to stop the trial chemotherapy. Within a couple of weeks I began to feel better. The cancer is still there but the worst of the side-effects have gone to wherever old side-effects go—to hell, I think! The fatigue will forever be with me, but at this time it’s wonderful to get away from the house every now and then. I have been out to eat and shop for books at a thrift store. The most fun of all is getting to see my 4 year old granddaughter’s T-Ball practice. What an absolute hoot! I laughed so much that my ribs were sore! Alas, just when you think that you’ve gotten the hang of living in a state of “new normal,” another “new normal” jumps around the corner to greet you! On Friday my oncologist called to say upon closer study of...

Listen To The Music

Good grief! Has it been almost a month since I updated you on the life and times of Donna and Company? I started the reduced chemo regime on November 8 as planned and have experienced fewer side-effects. My energy is better some days. The wound from the removal of the first port is almost healed. Music to my soul! I am so grateful for our families who made the last few weeks truly a time of Gratitude and Joy! Terry’s sisters, a special brother-in-law, my Mom and my sister, Shawn and his kids including our grandson, Jeffery, who now lives and works in Colorado, and Chris and Heather’s family who have helped entertain us with the “Tucker and Claire Shows.” Tucker’s specialty is playing ball, moving furniture, climbing to top of everything, blowing bubbles, and...

M.A.R.F.

Dearest Great Cloud of Witnesses, Since the beginning of May, I’ve been challenged more than ever by the rule of M.A.R.F.! Our family has tried to live by this acronym for many, many years. It stands for Maintain Absolute Rigid Flexibility—kind of a “go with the flow” thing. Well, the flow has been a torrent for the past six weeks. Since I last wrote, I had to stop the chemo I was on because CT scans showed that the tumors were growing rapidly. Our oncologist said there was one more thing we can try—a combination of pills I will take at home every day and infusions at the cancer center. I had a port placed in my chest on Tuesday so I’m sore. The chemo (both types) will start next Tuesday. We’ll know in about two months if there is any improvement. In the midst of...

An Ancient Prayer for This Week

  This past week a good friend stayed with me while husband, Terry, went to a conference. I continue to be weak and weary, but the conversations my friend and I shared were stimulating for my spirit if not for my body! We reminisced about our Celtic Christian Pilgrimage together to Scotland and England four years ago—“thin spaces” like Iona, Edinburgh, the Highlands, the Holy Island of Lindisfarne, Durham Cathedral. What great memories that will live in our hearts forever! There is another group leaving on this coming Friday for a similar pilgrimage and my friend is going with them. I am surely with them in spirit! In body, I’ll be getting another chemo treatment. While the chemo does its thing, I’ll be rereading Philip Newell’s book, Listening for the Heartbeat...