I may or may not (probably not) be awake at the stroke of midnight to welcome in the new year.
Right now, I'm drinking chocolate milk mixed with Evan Williams eggnog. It actually tastes pretty good.
2018 didn't start out real good. I didn't have a job, but I was putting in applications. I put in a bunch of applications, but I wasn't getting hired, I wasn't even getting interviewed. But it was probably for the best. I was able to take Yvette to her physical therapy sessions and doctor appointments.
And then to have her gall bladder removed. And after that I still wasn't getting hired. There had to be some reason I wasn't getting hired. God always has a plan, but it would be nice to have a hint. I did get 4 interviews. One, I got an email telling me that they had chosen another candidate. The other 3 I never got turned down, but I never got hired either.
The strange thing was in all 3 of those interviews, they told me the same thing, "If you get hired, the first 90 days is a probationary period, if you miss any work, your employment ends immediately."
That was in March and April. My van died somewhere in there.
Then came May. Right before school let out. I went to see Laura Beth West, FNP. I had what I thought was just a swollen lymph node in my neck. I was half right, it WAS a swollen lymph node, but she thought it needed more checking out. As in CT scan the next day, travel to Memphis for a needle biopsy, get a PET scan, have lingual tonsillectomy, have a lump cut out of your neck, have radiation and chemotherapy then wait 3 months for another PET Scan.
Whew. It all seems pretty simple written like that. And it was pretty simple. It took a lot of prayer. A lot of faith. And a LOT of support.
In no particular order: Yvette for sticking by me all the time and putting up with me. Hannah, Caleb, Micaela, Zeke, Zara, Gabe, Jeremiah and Brayden. Albert and Harold. Allison and Pastor Jamie for being there for my CT scan. Elicia for going with us to Memphis for the biopsy and taking me to KFC afterwards for some thick broth (KFC gravy). Regina for showing up at the hospital to stay with Yvette and Hannah while I had the lump cut out. (whew, let me stretch my fingers).
Mike and Ann, Mike and Gail, Mr Robert and Mrs Claudine, Lila, Linda, Meredith, Beth, Tara, Janet, Uncle Charles and Aunt Carolyn, Ellen, Deana, Harold (different one), Richie and Valerie, John and Susan, John(different one), Robert, Mickey and Robbie, Mr Wilbur, Aunt Farra, NES teachers, Superman and everyone else who prayed for us, brought us food, or in other ways supported us.
And the last one. The most important one thank you God for bringing me through this ordeal and this year. Thank you for sending your Son, Jesus.
2018. It was rough, but we survived. It made me feel very loved.
I hope 2019 brings me a better year and I hope everyone who reads this has their best year ever.
Now those Dang Allergies seem to be kicking in again.
Thanks for Reading!
Thanks for Praying!
Thank You for Your Support!
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