Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Man with a Missional Heart

Rex and Linda - '09 Guatemala mission trip 
on hotel roof with volcanic mountain in background.

Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying,
 “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?”
 And I said, “Here am I.  Send me!”
 Isaiah 6:8 NIV

Few things bring tears to my husband’s eye, but the words of Isaiah, whether read directly from scripture, or vocalized in music, cause Rex to choke and tear up.  He takes the words personally, from God to him. 

Traveling with my optometrist husband on eye care mission trips is one of the highlights of our life together.  We’ve been to Honduras, Costa Rica, Guatemala, and Kenya and want to keep going on mission trips.  There’s one problem, however: my health problems.  Fibromyalgia and chronic pain in my right leg, caused by a hodge-podge of issue in my spine, makes walking painful and arduous.

Last winter we signed up to go on a fall mission trip to Honduras with our church but cancelled out a few months later.   No way would I be able to negotiate the steep walking paths in Canchias, the mountain village where we were to go.  I was disappointed for me, but even more disappointed for my husband. 

In July, it became apparent that my left knee, injured in my early 40’s—when I bent down to tie my shoe, no less—needed a total knee replacement.  So I chose to have the surgery the same week as the mission trip we were missing.   Somehow, this soothed my disappointed heart, legitimizing my absence from the team.  

My dear husband, without telling me, decided that he would go on a different mission trip—to our home, to take care of me.  Several days into my recovery, I was thanking him for being so attentive to my needs and he replied, “I decided that I would make serving you my mission.”

He touched my heart and took my experience of his love to a deeper level.  My love for Rex deepened in like proportions.  What an amazing man!  If only all spouses and caregivers were this loving and compassionate.

One of Rex's satisfied patients
I know the limitations of my illness affect us both.  This has to be difficult for my hubby who is an always-on-the-go guy.  If he’s not playing racquetball or golf, he’s water-skiing or riding his bike.  He loves to work in the yard and is a Mr-fix-it extraordinaire.  

For years, he has taken one week of his vacation time (unpaid) to provide eye care to thousands of people who rarely, if ever, see an eye care specialist.  He has a heart for missions.  To think that he chose to be my servant—God’s servant—is a gift of grace beyond measure.  

Rex, you are my gift of grace from God!

Friday, August 19, 2011

Fragile: Handle with Care

My son and daughter-in-law have attempted to help their three-year-old son Evan understand that Nana is fragile and can’t handle being tackled or jumped on, like Daddy and Papaw can.

Evan is catching on to the concept of fragility quite well.  One day he told his mommy, “Nana is fragile.  She’s old, like Panda.”

Yes, it’s funny and I take no offense, but our fourteen-year-old lab Panda is, in my opinion, far more fragile than me.  Poor girl has lost most of her sight and hearing and depends on smell to locate where she is and who is present.  Her spindled legs spread-eagle on her when she walks on tile or hardwood—her Bambi-on-ice impression.  Famous for her jumping ability, she now collapses in a lump on the floor when attempting to leap onto our bed and the sofa. 

Just this week, Evan and his two-year-old brother Josh stayed with my husband and me for a few days.  Seeing stick-it notepads on my desk, Evan asked to have some.  He then proceeded to plaster the notes everywhere.  I didn’t see the pattern until he stuck one on my leg.  He was marking everything in the house that was fragile!  His accuracy was amazing: TV screen, china cabinet, glass top tables, decorative items—and Nana.

During Invisible Illness Week—September 12-18—we hope to raise awareness regarding the difficulties people face when dealing with chronic pain and illness.  My precious Evan is far more aware than most adults. 

I hope you will follow Evan’s admirable example and increase your awareness of invisible illness and how you can support those who deal daily with chronic illness and pain.

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If you are dealing with a chronic illness and pain, Rest Ministries—an online support ministry—invites you to explore and get connected with other people who understand what you are going through.

You don’t have to be old, like Panda—just fragile.

Friday, August 12, 2011

Invisible Illness blog post—August 12, 2011

What is an invisible illness? 

Consider this:

      Nearly 1 in 2 Americans (133 million) has a chronic condition.
      By 2020, about 157 million Americans will be afflicted by chronic illnesses, according to the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services.
      That number is projected to increase by more than one percent per year by 2030, resulting in an estimated chronically ill population of 171 million.
      Sixty percent are between the ages of 18 and 64
      90% of seniors have at least one chronic disease and 77% have two or more chronic diseases
      In the United States 4 in 5 health care dollars (78%) are spent on behalf of people with chronic conditions. The Growing Burden of Chronic Disease in American, Public Health Reports, May June 2004 Volume 119 Gerard Anderson, PhD
      Source: Chronic Care in America: A 21st Century Challenge, a study of the Robert Wood Johnson Foundation & Partnership for Solutions: Johns Hopkins University, Baltimore, MD for the Robert Wood Johnson Foundation (September 2004 Update). “Chronic Conditions: Making the Case for Ongoing Care”.

If you don’t see a cane, wheelchair, walker of some other form of assistance, then there may be an invisible illness lurking beneath that beautiful smile and cheery voice.  People with chronic illness and pain can be masters at disguising their true emotional and physical status. 

At home I feel free to grimace and groan as I cope with pain, but in public, I do my best to appear “normal.”  I want to be normal.  I want you to think I’m normal.  I also want you to think I’m coping well and accept my limitations and restrictions on activities with an air of grace. 

The truth is, I struggle with this every day. 

I suffer from the mental malady of the “used-tos.”  I used to be able to walk a long way, ride my bike as long as I’d like, take my adorable grandsons on outings.  Activities that I used to take for granted are now off limits.  Places that I used to go—like Honduras and Guatemala on mission trips—now seem to be out of my reach.  I used to hike in the woods, just me and my dog Panda, enjoying nature together.  I used to spend hours weeding in the garden and now my neurologist informs me that this is just as strenuous an activity as playing football.  This may sound like an exaggeration, but I know he is telling me, that, for me, weeding is a danger to the precarious condition of my spine. 

The truth is, I an envious of other people who are able to do these things.   

The truth is, even though I go to God and depend on him in the midst of my pain, sometimes I am mad at him.  

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Invisible Illness blog post—August 9, 2011

For many years, I have written what I call my “ponderings.”   I write about my personal experiences, poking fun at my own foibles and tying my thoughts into a Biblical lesson about God’s grace.  I love nature and find wonderful metaphors with which to spin these nuggets of truth; truth as I see it.  I am not a theologian or minister.  I just like to ponder and encourage others to ponder along with me.

I have a very active imagination, and yet—it seems silly to say—I do not have the gift for writing fiction.  I have to write from my own experience, boring as it may be.  I liken myself to Bert on Sesame St. who collects paperclips and likes pigeons.  What do I have to say that would be of interest to someone else?  In spite of such reservations, I find that writing nurtures me, and I hope that what I write encourages others to treat themselves with a little bit more grace and gentleness, and to welcome God’s gift of infinite grace.


As Invisible Illness Week approaches, I hesitate to write about my aches and pains.  I’d much rather write about what a pain in the neck I can be!  Writing is one way that I escape from inhabiting my pain-filled body.  So to write about what I want to escape seems counterintuitive.  I am taking on this challenge because I believe in the ministry of Rest Ministries, the sponsor of Invisible Illness Week; and I support the mission of Invisible Illness Week. I want to do my part to increase public awareness about invisible illness. 

What is it like to have an invisible illness? 
What is it like for my family? 
How can my friends and family be supportive?
What are my fears for my future?
What do I miss the most, due to the constraints of my health?
What does a good day look like for me?
What does a bad day look like for me?
What helps me through the pain?

These are the type of questions I will be “pondering” over the next few weeks. 

I invite you to read some of my earlier posts along with what I will be blogging about my experience with invisible illness.  I’m much more than my diagnoses and hope to give you a reason to chuckle about my foibles while also learning about invisible illness.

Thanks for reading!

Friday, August 5, 2011


What is Invisible Illness Week?  
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I will be blogging about my own experiences with invisible illness over the next few weeks--so check back with me and learn more about what it's like to have an invisible illness.