It’s been more than a month since the final diagnosis and, if I stay the course, I feel really good–I recognize myself again.  It’s been a month.  A month full of unexpectedness and surprises that has made my mind whir.

Just days after I started feeling better than I had in years, my mom was diagnosed with Stage 4 Congestive Heart Failure.  I was angry–over the past several years, my mom and I had never felt well at the same time and with a grim prognosis for her on the horizon I found it difficult to revel in my health breakthrough.  

Short Story: Instead of calling Hospice, we called prayer warriors and instead of ‘quality of life medications’ or invasive surgery (1-2 month hospital stay), Mom received the healing of a new heart, and an updated pacemaker. Doctors say they hadn’t seen someone doing so well 10 days after the pacemaker and that prayer definitely made the difference.   

I’m no longer finding it difficult to revel in health breakthroughs.

When I’m complacent and eat poffertjes or other Tulip Time food several days in a row, I get symptomatic and fall into a sort of carb coma.  I had some sugar-free yogurt and I started wheezing and breaking into hives.  I know that how well I feel is my choice.

BUT I feel well enough that in about 21 days, I’m leaving for a two month adventure that covers five countries in the Northern Hemisphere.  That too, is an answer to prayer that I first said over a year ago.