This is a Day to Give Thanks

I’ve had a little time to think about Monday’s events, and I have to say that I am profoundly thankful. Let me tell you why.

1. I wrote yesterday that when the DVT was confirmed, I cried. The tech left the room, and I sat down on the bench to wait. Resting my head against the wall I prayed the words that come to me when I’m scared, “Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me a sinner.” I must have whispered those words aloud a few times. Then all at once I realized what God had done;he had spared me so much pain and potential tragedy by compelling me to see the doctor. It was like a blast of fresh air hitting me in the face and I breathed it in. He had rescued me, He was protecting me. I am so thankful – I can’t even express how thankful I am.

2. Have I ever mention that my dear friend, Michele (also known as “Aunt Michele”) is an amazing hematology/oncology nurse? She also happens to be studying to be a nurse practitioner. She is taking good care of me, answering countless questions, and scheduled an appointment for me with the best hematologist in our area. I love her.

3. The shots are getting easier, and they burn like crazy. The kids have heard stories of Hannah giving me shots when she was seven years old, and they want a chance. So far, I haven’t let them near me.

4.  In the absence of a real sharps container, I’m using a canning jar that is stored on a high shelf in my closet. I told Russ I should tie a ribbon on it and put it on Pinterest. It’s much prettier than the bright red plastic type – I know, there is a purpose in that and my medical friends (and daughter) are probably cringing.

5. Life just keeps moving along. This afternoon I have a phone appointment with Dimples’ therapist. We’re preparing for a visit and I’ll try to share about that tomorrow.

I’m doing fine – adjusting to this bump in my life and still hoping (really hard) that we aren’t cresting the top of a hill that I don’t want to go down.

Thank you for your kind words and prayers. I’ll close with this beautiful verse.

Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I entrust my life.  Ps. 143:8

Lisa

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Let me introduce myself. Russ and I are the parents of twelve children by birth and adoption, and sometimes more through foster care. I'm the creator of One Thankful Mom which has been as much of a gift to me as to my readers. In 2011 I became a TBRI® Pracitioner* and have lived and breathed connected parenting ever since. I'm deeply honored to be the co-author, together with the late Dr. Karyn Purvis, of The Connected Parent; it is her final written work. I love speaking at events for adoptive and foster parents. I'm also the co-founder of The Adoption Connection, a podcast and resource site for adoptive moms. I mentor and encourage adoptive moms so you can find courage and hope in your journeys of loving your children well.

15 Comments

  1. Jessica Ward
    March 20, 2013

    I've had those shots, they're miserable. I'm sorry you're going through this. Prayers are with you every step of the way.

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  2. Stephanie-Justin Smith
    March 20, 2013

    im surprised they didnt give you a sharps container when you picked up the shots. maybe those shots hannah gave you early in her life gave her a nudge toward her calling. glad you are having a better day.

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  3. Emily
    March 20, 2013

    I love you. And Aunt Michelle. And God.

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    1. Michele
      March 20, 2013

      Emily,
      I love you too and am so glad you are coming. Hoping I will get to see you when you are here.
      Love,
      Michele

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      1. Emily
        March 20, 2013

        I've been hoping so too- coffee, please?? Love you!

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  4. Signe
    March 20, 2013

    Lisa, I had to laugh at the thought of your little guys giving you shots. Maybe you have another budding doctor in the house. You have much to be thankful for, and this chapter of your life will be another time of growth for all of us. We are praying for you, and will walk through it all again.

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  5. Carrie
    March 20, 2013

    So glad that today is better. Sweet that the little ones want to help 🙂 Sending prayers up for days to continue to improve.

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  6. daysofwonderandgrace
    March 20, 2013

    This is such an unPinterest idea for a sharps container :). But a nurse suggested that I use an empty laundry detergent bottle until I feel like investing in a real sharps container. Yours sounds much prettier!

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  7. Michele
    March 20, 2013

    Lisa,

    I know you know this, but I love you too!

    Michele

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  8. Kris
    March 20, 2013

    Nah I didn't cringe Your container sounds much more practical. How old was Hanna when she gave you the shots?

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    1. Lisa Qualls
      March 20, 2013

      Hannah was seven. She used to help me draw up the heparin and sometimes I would let her give me the shot. She was already interested in medicine, and in many ways, my years of struggling with my health increased her interest. She wrote an awesome essay when she applied to med school.

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  9. Lisa H.
    March 20, 2013

    Lisa, I've thought this before, but I think it again….What a God-provided blessing Aunt Michelle is for you! And did God use Hannah giving you the shots to cause her to want to be a doctor, or did she already have that in mind and practice on you first?

    Thinking…and praying for you often!

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    1. Lisa Qualls
      March 20, 2013

      Lisa, you are so right. I can't tell you how many ways Michele has blessed my life. Hannah was always drawn toward medical things and had a unique confidence. Of course, she is a first born! Thank you for praying.

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  10. kristine
    March 20, 2013

    You are blessed. So happy today was better.

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  11. wilmahatcher
    March 20, 2013

    I had to give myself those shots and the DO BURN! Another suggestion for the sharps container: use an empty bleach bottle. We used these when my son was diagnosed with Type I diabetes. He is grown now and the father to six!

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