A Few Good Nits & Picks
Hope you have been having a great weekend getting ready to lead into Holy Week. Luckily for me, I have been having a decent weekend with just a few nits and picks.
I have finally found a new therapist after not having one for well over a year now. I say this because I cannot stay on the Kidney Transplant list without seeing a therapist on a regular basis. My last therapist was a wonderful man. His name was Brian Simpson. The doctor was a reference from my first therapist, also a wonderful doctor (William Varley). You see, I have to talk to a therapist and each one that I have had has left in one way or another. Dr. Varley semi-retired to Florida. Dr. Simpson was a wonderful man who died while working in his yard. A tree fell on him. And now, I have started seeing a very sweet and caring young woman. This will be a first for me. Telling a woman doctor all of my troubles, misgivings, and such. But then again, maybe not. Because as most of my friends and family know, I AM a people person.
Talking to a therapist is only one of many things that I have to do regularly to stay on the kidney transplant list. I have to get annual physicals, mammograms, pap smears, and the yearly 3-hour long trip to the Women's Hospital in Raleigh. Being on the transplant list makes me realize that I have something to live for. Because like a lot of us, I have my good days and my bad days.
One of my most memorable bad days would have to be finding out that a close friend at dialysis had died several weeks ago. It really hit me hard yesterday after my dialysis treatment.
People, I cannot emphasize it enough that you need to help your friends and families out by sharing time with them. And you also need to visit those that you know that are in rest homes. Most of these rest homes are not the RITZ CARLTON. And these patients feel so down and depressed a lot. This friend of mine, "Billy", was one of those people. This young man had no legs, and was always in a wheelchair. He was one of the sweetest fellows that I knew there. There were several times that I had to talk him out of quitting dialysis. Why? Because he felt that depressed about everything. Billy, I hope that you have your legs and walking with Jesus now. WE LOVE YOU DOWN HERE.
Lord, please help my followers to start helping others in different ways. Help them to listen, learn, and pray for our friends and families in rest homes. Take care of each and every one of us each day of this Holy Week. In Jesus' name. Amen.
I hope that every one of you that read this will be touched in one way or another today, tomorrow, or whenever. It doesn't matter when. The only thing that matters is that it does.
For now, I will leave you with this:
As long as 10 pennies are a dime,
you'll always be a friend of mine.
Ciao for now.