INSOMNIAC

INSOMNIAC

In the night when things are quiet

My brain decides to start a riot

No enemy to battle, so it fights with me

And my imagination is cut loose, dangerously free!

Worries pop up like mushrooms in manure 

The fence is unlocked – my mind runs off to wander

Unsupervised, troublemaking – we’ll wait and see

How much trouble this adventure is gonna cause me.

What will go wrong? Complications are frequent

In this surgery hurtling at me like a 2000 lb. bomb…

Can I be tough, stay positive, will I fold or stay strong?

Only God knows (and as usual, He’s not telling).

Things will be better when this is all done

“Cause there’s nothing new anywhere under the sun

I have no control of what will happen

Just show up to get fixed ‘cause I’m obviously broken.

Cancer sucks.  It isn’t fair.  

I wish it was gone but it’s still here.  

But I am so blessed to be where I am, 

in a world where there’s help

(And I’m loved by this man who doesn’t give up).

So many people go through this stuff alone

But I am loved and grateful 

Even though I’m navigating through this thick, damp fog

Even though I can’t see it, I’m gonna believe

I’m in the hands of a loving God.

January 6, 2023

5 days before a pretty extensive  cancer surgery….

God, I’m trying to be reasonable, but…

A thief has come creeping in the silence of night
To steal serenity, vitality and maybe my life.
I thought I could deal with this new situation
But my mind is imploding with great consternation.

He wasn’t invited, he has no real claim
So I’ll try asking him to leave in Jesus name.
I’ve met his cousin years ago – his name – breast cancer
But chemo and grace made him go.

I know I’m not righteous, that I don’t deserve
God’s blessing, protection, or any good thing
But I’ve come to trust that He’s good and kind-
(Until Job, world news and genocide come to mind).

Job didn’t deserve it, but he lost everything
Because God and the Liar played a game.
Job and his family suffered for a challenge from evil?
Is God really good? The world doesn’t look the same.
I believe, help my unbelief.

October 15, 2023

(On 10/6/23, I was diagnosed with bladder cancer and on 10/17, had the first surgery)

What Time I Am Afraid….

What time I am afraid, I will trust in You…
But, Lord, I am afraid all the time, all of this time,
Right here, right now, today.
Every breath, every whisper, every whimper…
Always, fear is continually whispering in my ears –
“You are not strong enough to do this,
There is no solution…You are going to die.
You haven’t done enough to let them know
how much you love them…
Worse, you haven’t showed then how much I love them!”

God, how could it ever be enough!
One lifetime is not enough
To surround them with songs and prayers
And laughter and shared tears
And hopes and meals and hugs
And celebrations – in joy and in sorrows
Celebrating new pets and grieving the ones we lost…

From Choo Choo train obsessed toddler
To a kind, helpful, capable young man
From shy guy observing everything
To happy fisherman, getting Big Bob set up
From little enthusiasts singer even before she had words,
To helping lead her school in Christmas songs
From stealthy little acquisition planner
To kind puppy loving snuggler…
Their mammas and papas…loved so much and so good at loving
They are good humans…

But it’s not enough time….
God, I need more.
Please, God give me more.

12/10/23

(Even though I am only Stage II, it’s impossible not to think about recurrence (my cancer has a 70%. chance of coming back) and the horrors of the next surgery coming up. I hear the voice of my 4 year old grandson as he took his grandpa’s hand years ago and led him upstair to “fight dinosaurs”- “Be Brave, Baboo”. I will borrow his line and try to be brave over the next few months…grandmas can be brave too. This poem was written on a pretty unhinged over the top depressed overwhelmed day.

God, I’m trying to be reasonable, but….!

A thief has come creeping in the silence of night
To steal serenity, vitality and maybe my life.
I thought I could deal with this new situation
But my mind is imploding with great consternation.

He wasn’t invited, he has no real claim
So I’ll try asking him to leave in Jesus name.
I’ve met his cousin years ago – his name – breast cancer
But chemo and grace made him go.

I know I’m not righteous, that I don’t deserve
God’s blessing, protection, or any good thing
But I’ve come to trust that He’s good and kind-
(Until Job, world news and genocide come to mind).

Job didn’t deserve it, but he lost everything
Because God and the Liar played a game.
Job and his family suffered for a challenge from evil?
Is God really good? The world doesn’t look the same.
I believe, help my unbelief.