Sunday, March 3, 2013
Cutting it off...
Mummy had to go for an opt to saw off the bone jutting out from the side of her toe, I am not too sure if it's call bunyon.. But it was quite serious, coz it causes her a lot of pain as she's walking. While she chose to compromise the way she walked, it caused her knees to be in pain.. So therefore, this opt has to be done to ensure her that she will be walking with greater comfort as she graciously aged.
The opt was simple. She was awaken sometimes by the noises of the saw they use (they only numb the lower part of the body). Anyway, what happen was that because her big toe would be shorter, the opt also consist of shortening the other toes, so that she could balance when she recover.
While I see mummy feeling weary because of the med, I was reminded of what Jesus said,
"If your right eye casuses you to sin, pluck it out and cast it from you: for it is more profitable for you that one of your members perish, than for your whole body to be cast into hell.
And if your right hand causes you to sin, cut it off and cast it from you; for it is more profitable for you that one of your members perish, than for your whole body to be cast into hell. "
~Matthew 5:29,30~
Indeed, parts of me had been chopped, torn and blast away. Thereafter, new parts were gently molded as the Holy Spirit continues to grant me more comfort as I mature my faith in God.
I am happy mummy has seen the changes in me..
Today I helped her shower, and I was reminded of the times, one of the few times she showered me and how much I enjoyed it. Mummy was always busy, most of the times she's not at home. And when she's at home, she was either quarelling with dad, or supervising my sisters doing household chores. Times spent alone, caregiving times were few.
If someone have to try and figure out why I am such a "sticky" friend, well, I am sorry I give you the "sticky" feeling. Had a lousy childhood, but hey, all things turned out well, coz I am in God's hands.
And I dont know how many spiritual operations i still need to do, but Lord, come what may.
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