Sunday, August 28, 2011

In Other Medical News

So back to the medical tsunami of 2011. I think I mentioned that Barney re-herniated his discs and was out of commission all last week. He was going crazy because he loves to be active and out of the house.

Me? I'm perfectly content laying around while somebody waits on me hand and foot. I'm the girl that tends to think of napping as a lost art.

Not Barney...he can't stand it. So to keep him somewhat sane, comfortable and working, I brought my laptop out of retirement. To say that this computer is on its last leg is an understatement.


I know it looks awful, but it's mostly cosmetic and it allowed James to work from the comfort of our home. And since he worked from home, he had limited human contact, which means he saved up ALL of his unused words for me. This is complete role reversal.

His first 1,000 words were used to mock my beloved Dell and then to seek my IT support. Do you know how much I know about IT and computers? Yeah...not much. My main IT fix is to shut the computer down and hit restart. If that doesn't work, I usually give it a good punch, thus the reason my laptop is in it's current condition.

I'm really shocked they didn't pick me to replace Steve Jobs.

Anyway, I'm happy to report that James is on the mend, back at work and the laptop has returned to retirement.

As for my mom, this week was medically uneventful but turned out to be a cosmetic Christmas. Monday she went and got two tattoos! 

OK, so they're her eyebrows but STILL! I never thought she'd be the first in the family to get a tattoo. Honestly, my money was on my sister. : )

On Tuesday, mom and dad attended her chemo orientation. It was a three hour class on what to expect during this whole process. Mom's first question was, "Am I going to get Valium before the treatments?" The answer was "Of course, that's a very common concern." Her next question was why she couldn't get manicures and pedicures during this time?


It's at this point in the class, I would have paid $1,000 to see the nurse's face. The answer, "Your immune system will be down and we don't want you to get an infection." To which mom in formed us, "Well I will find a salon of the highest quality so there will be nothing to worry about. " 

No, she's not high maintenance. Why do you ask?

On Wednesday, daddy went to Lafayette on his Harley to pick up mom's wig. My how life has changed. In my head, they are suppose to be enjoying retirement by sitting on the couch covered in an afghan watching their shows while waiting for me or Chrissy to call. OH NO!!! They're out getting tattoos and taking joy rides on the motorcycle.

Thursday, mom got a sassy short hair cut. It's super cute. (I'd post a picture, but she hasn't found one she likes yet). Why yes...I am my mother's daughter. Anyway, I told her that her hair looked curlier than normal to which she replied, " It is. David told me not to fight the curls, just go with them." Good Grief.

Finally, mom signed up for a beauty program called "Look Good, Feel Better" offered by the American Cancer Society. According to the information she received, chemo and radiation treatments can wreak havoc on your skin and if you know my mother at all, going without makeup is NOT an option.  This program has professionals that recommend products, give make up advise, teach the patients how to work wigs, turbans and scarves. Mom's pretty fired up about this. Heck...I may sit in on her classes. This humidity is doing a number on me and my hair.

Please pray that her attitude remains high and that chemo will be a walk in the park…well a walk in the park with flawless makeup, an excellent wig and fantastic eyebrows.

Friday, August 19, 2011

September. Where Are You?

Y'all. Life has been so crazy here at Barneystone, Inc. that the last month has been a complete blur. I think my brain has exceeded it's maximum capacity and I'm afraid my body is soon to follow.

What's been going on you ask? Well to start, my sweet Barney threw out his back about a month ago while coughing. Yes, you heard me right. Coughing.

This tragic event happened about an hour before we were to host our last Sunday evening Bible study of the summer. But as they say in Hollywood, "The show must go on". (Meaning...it was too late to call everybody and cancel.) So I got James up off the floor and into his recliner, administered some left over pain pills that were probably out of date, got the house ready for guests, and made it through the final study by the skin of our teeth. I shouldn't say that. The evening went surprisingly well and James taught with a vigor that can only come from his gift of gab coupled with Loratab.

After we wrapped up for the night, one of James' friends helped me get him upstairs and into bed for the evening...or so we thought. When his pain just kept getting worse and nothing could make him comfortable, we decided to head to the emergency room. We came home at 2 AM with four prescriptions and two herniated discs. Not one of the prescriptions was for Valium. Dang.

After weeks of physical therapy and rest, J's back was finally on the mend until he re-herniated the discs this past Friday. Awesome...this means I get to add helping him put on his shoes and socks back to my daily duties.

(I have to admit that I did tight roll his jeans one night, because it was funny and really...what could he do to me? I could totally outrun his crippled butt.)

In addition to James' back, my mom had surgery in late July that didn't turn out like we had prayed for or planned. The news that she was going to have to have another surgery and a completely different treatment course felt like air being sucked out of a room. Completely deflating. I am happy and thankful to report that the second surgery was a success, but has been a much harder recovery. We have to remind mama that she had two major surgeries in three weeks and is not 29, no matter how many times she tells that to somebody. : )  

Last but not least, my mother in law had minor surgery on her leg about a month ago and pretty significant surgery on her elbow last Thursday. This surgery was more invasive that we thought and the recovery has not been the easiest either. Both of these women are so strong and steady so seeing them in pain is very difficult.

Dear July and August of 2011,

What did I ever do to you? You are dead to me.

Love,
AM

In all seriousness, I know that this is a trial and I know that we as a family are strong and faithful enough to fight it and win. The devil may come at us with all his weapons (for me that is fear, doubt and worry,) but my God is mightier.

Every chance I get I say this verse, "The Lord is with me; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me? The Lord is with me. He is my helper. I will look in triumph on my enemies. It is better to take refuge in the Lord than to trust man." Psalm 116:6-8

My God will fight for me. He will protect and heal my family. He is bigger than any disease, worry, pain, frustration and doubt. The battle is already won!

Please note that I had no pain pills to help me preach!

Love,
AM

Friday, August 5, 2011

Hands and Feet

A few Saturday's ago Barney and I, with about a hundred of our closest church friends, volunteered at a very under privileged area of Birmingham. Our job was simply to love on people, serve the community, and spread the gospel.

I'm not sure how to even put the day into words. I've never been on an overseas mission trip and I'm sure they are life changing, but right now I feel called to serve in my own community. It's amazing the need if you just look in your own back yard.

Spending that one day helping others left me completely humbled, amazed, grateful, and exhausted. Here are some images that will be forever etched into my mind:









Early morning on July 16th, we arrive in an area of town known as La Quemada, which means Burnt City. We joined forces with our Hispanic campus and spent the morning praying and picking up trash throughout the five block community.

I'm a much better prayer warrior than yard warrior, but I did do my fair share of manual labor. See exhibit A for evidence:


I wonder what the residence thought when they saw all these people in red shirts with trash bags walking up and down their streets!

I enjoyed the early morning time the most because it was semi-cool (for late July in Alabama) and quiet, which let me soak it all in. While I was looking around, I kept thinking of the lyrics of the song "Hosanna" by Hillsong. "Heal my heart and make it clean. Open up my eyes to the things unseen. Show me how to love like you have loved me. Break my heart for what breaks yours. Everything I am for your kingdom's cause. As I go from nothing, to eternity."

Honestly, it’s hard for me to reconcile it in my mind and understand why I am blessed with so much, when others have so little. I believe as strongly as I believe anything that God is good, but that morning it was hard to understand all His ways.

Most of the residents were still in their houses because it was so early, so we attempted to make friends with the four legged neighbors. 

(Except if said neighbor was a pit-bull over the age of six months.)







We even found Smokey's Hispanic hombre. James called him Fuego (that means fire for those of you who don't have my extensive Spanish vocabulary of three words) and he is the spiting image of Smokey. Please see exhibit B:



Obviously Smokey is a bit more pampered and probably wouldn't last a night in Fuego's neighborhood. I mean...he sleeps with a fleece blanket that has flying cats all over it made especially for him by one of his grandmothers. That just screams, "please beat me up!"

I digress...

After the prayer walk and clean up, we switched into party planning mode. The afternoon consisted of a cookout of epic proportion and tons of fun activities for the kids.









The following picture just makes me laugh. I wonder what these guys thought of the food we were serving! 







On a much lighter note...One of my friends asked a child if he knew Jesus (she even used his Spanish name Jesús). : ) The little boy replied, "Yeah, I know him, but he moved away about a month ago."

My friend laughed and said, "No, I mean Jesús...the son of God." The little boy said, "Yeah...that's not the same boy. I'd know if he was that important."

Love it!

It was an honor being the hands and feet of Christ that day. "Now you are the body of Christ, and each one of you is a part of it." 1 Cor 12:27