Well, I've got what I consider a confirmation that the attacks on my mind and emotions are not a priority to the enemy anymore. This is because while my thoughts and feelings have been stable through the holiday season and then Jessica's birthday sleepover, one thing after another in my body is getting hit.
My last eye exam showed that the cataract in my left eye had matured, and was ready to come out. Then Dr. Roane ran an ultrasound of my uterus to see if the lining had thickened (a sign of cancer). It hadn't. :o) Then she said my white blood cell count is a little low so she had me go back to Dr. Pleasants to have more blood drawn because if it drops further they'll want to check for leukemia!
I spend all day burping and ... flatulating, and most of the time feel like a parade float (full of gas). The area of my kidneys will start to ache for no reason, pretty much every day. It's not a constant pain, so I'm figuring it's the gas - but still, hey - leave me alone!
I had no doubt my endometrium was going to be normal, and I have no doubt my WBC is going to be normal in this next blood test. I know my kidneys are not in danger, and farting never hurt anyone (except the other people trapped in the car) - I'm not fazed by these potentially bothersome medical reports - having the word "cancer" bandied about like a tetherball, and not running to hide in a corner, tells me two things: my mental and emotional battles are finally turning, and in seeing that the enemy thinks he can just change the direction of my attack and I'll cave.
I'm just not the same person I was when this type of thing worked. What my body says does NOT determine the truth of the Gospel or the reality of the Living God. My life is but a vapor, like grass that grows today and tomorrow is burned up. What matters is my eternal life, which I know that I know that I know will be spent in Glory with my Father, my Savior and my Comforter - my GOD.
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