The Solution to Missing Heads.

 Do you know how many times I get out of bed

or walk up to the bedroom to put clothes away,

and I find this lying around?

 Why is it I just can't bring myself to throw this thing away?

When Lillie finds it,

she always brings it to me saying,
"Help."

"Oh, poor Teddy Girl Bear lost her head again.

Let me see her,"

I respond.

 She's just too sweet;

so I'll spare her the trouble of getting herself into Lillie's cumbersome hands

or under Levi's tromping feet,

and I'll set her where she is safe:...

on Violet's "special fragiles" shelf.

Sweet Teddy Girl Bear reminds me of life's problems sometimes.

My father-in-law spent a few days in the hospital for his heart last week.

He has a recurring problem with his heart beating too fast

at unpredictable times.

It's unnerving,

for him and for all of us who love him.

I wish there was something we could do to make him feel more comfortable.

But there isn't;

except to pray.

My uncle died on Tuesday evening.

He fell and banged his head pretty badly and he was in a coma.

I do not know him very well;

he lived on the other side of the country.

But his son and daughter are my age,

and I feel for my cousins.

And he's my mom's oldest of four brothers,

so I feel for her and her siblings' loss.

There is nothing I can do for them;

(outside of the normal courtesies)

except pray.

My mom went to the doctor Tuesday

and found out the moles they took off her face were cancerous

again.

She had some taken off her face a few years ago,

and they were also the beginnings of cancer.

She has had to face cancer 3 times in my lifetime.

These moles on her face and leg, the beginnings of ovarian cancer, 

and an incident when I was a child.

When I was 9 years old,

she had a pregnancy that terminated without her knowledge that it had died.

The baby turned to a cancerous mass.

It is unusual, called a molar pregnancy.

It stems from the man's side,

and my father is Russian, where it is more common.

I was so sad that I was not going to have a little sibling,

but it was even harder watching mom go through chemo treatments,

lose her hair,

feel sick,

and in a child's worrisome way,

fret that she might die.

It was scary to go through as a child.

I suppose in a way,

that is what made us all much more interested in healthy living

and that put us on a continuous path of learning in it.

When you see someone go through that,

it makes it that much more real to you.

That's why I have a hard time when I inform somebody

that something is bad or carcinogenic,

and they shrug it off with

"Well, we're all going to die of something"
or
"Everything causes cancer."

When you've been through watching somebody deal with cancer
this answer seems so...
apathetic.

Anyhow, yes, it is scary,

a little.

Anytime the Doctor says,

"We need to talk to you,"

it is a little scary.

But when there is nothing more that I can do,

I feel rather like I do with sweet Girl Teddy Bear.

I do what I can,

but then I put her up where she is safe.

I have to do the same with people,

when there is nothing I can do.

I have to pray and put them up in God's hands,

trusting Him to carry my burden

and to help me and those involved through whatever it is that

He wants to do.

It's so much easier when it's up there.

There is no more bending down to find the pieces,

wonder how it got this way yet again,

wonder why I need to deal with it.

 It is safe.

I am so thankful for that safety.

 And it looks considerably prettier up there in that perspective, too.

"Casting all your care upon Him;

for He careth for you."

 I Peter 5:7

If you could say a prayer for my mom;

The only appointment open for her procedure was not until June.

We are praying somebody else will cancel their appointment

so that she can then go in and get this done as soon as possible.

Thank you!

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