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Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee. (Isaiah 49:15, KJV)
My mother probably had dementia rather than Ahlzeimer’s. We
didn’t have any final testing done to determine whether it was one or the
other. All my brother and I really know is that whichever it was stole our mom
from us. We, our children and grandchildren mourned the loss of their
grandmother for a couple of years before she traveled on to be with the Lord.
Mom was a wonderful woman—caring, intelligent, and filled
with a mischievous sense of humor. Dad and she were always my best friends, my
strongest supporters, and the most loving parents and grandparents a person
could ask for.
When I was sick with an earache, who stayed up and commiserated
with me? Mom.
When I had rheumatic fever and the doctor said not even to
walk to the restroom, who carried me there? Mom.
When my boyfriend of two years invited someone else to the
prom, who did I turn to? Mom.
Who celebrated more than I ever did over any of my
accomplishments? Mom.
Who jumped in and defended me when there was even the
smallest insult to me? You guessed it—Mom.
There are times I think these diseases are the worst the
devil ever invented. They steal the very personalities and every dignity of the
person afflicted. I get so angry at the disorders, and I seek someone or
something to blame—but who? What?
I do not believe disease is a punishment from God. Diseases
of all kinds happen to both sweet people, real jerks, and everyone in between. Not
to mention rich and poor, egomaniac and humble, handsome and unattractive.
I can’t blame researchers—they’re working as hard and
intelligently on the problem as humanly possible.
Who knows how much is caused by environment and/or heredity?
Mom smoked, and that probably didn’t do her any good, but did it cause the
problem? Probably to some degree, yes. But am I going to blame her? No. She
wanted very much to stop smoking, but wasn’t able to quit until she went into
an assisted living facility.
All I know for sure is that if it weren’t for God’s comfort
and unbelievable peace, it would have been much harder to bear. Thank You,
Lord, for being there both during and after. Thank You for the competent health
care workers who showed such compassion to her. Thank You for researchers who
will, with Your help, find answers and solutions. Thank You, Lord, for Your
constant love. Amen.
8 comments:
Beautiful post Anne and beautiful prayer!
Thanks, Patti. Blessings!
Yes. Amen.
it seems so many people are affected.
Anne, so sorry to hear it was your mom who had the disease. I know it's a comfort that she is with her Lord and Savior, but still - you miss her. Our great hope is that we will be reunited with our loved ones someday. What a glorious day that will be :)
Yes, I know where she is, and that's a huge comfort. I can't wait to see her again!
I know. Makes me wonder how long it will be before I'm there, but Lord willing I will go home before that happens.
<3 Marcia!
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