The day after our second school semester ended,
I feel down the stairs at church and broke my hand.
|My fourth metacophal broken|
I was counting down the days for the semester to be over
so that I would have more free time to work at the house I am moving to.
God had other plans.
Here in Zambia, it is not always easy to get proper care.
It wasn't until 2 days after I fell that I was able to get a doctor to put a cast on it.
A few days later, my hand was not looking right.
It had turned green and I had no feeling in it.
Time for a second opinion.
The second opinion led to another doctor cutting off the first cast
and manipulating my hand into a fiberglass cast.
He said, "I will see you 6 weeks from now".
WHAT, 6 WEEKS!!!
That meant I would be in a cast my entire time off school and into the next semester.
My heart sank, at the time I did not know how hard it would really be.
My right hand is my dominate hand, I use it for EVERYTHING!
Have you ever tried taking a shower with one hand,
opening a tube of toothpaste with one hand,
opening a bottle with one hand,
cutting up vegetables with one hand,
doing your hair with one hand,...???
Some of those things are, or are nearly, impossible.
How was I going to get by?
What was I going to do?
Oh, how I wished my mother could come and help me get washed, dressed,...SURVIVE!
|Jill helping me to bake.|
I praise the Lord for sending along people to be my right hand.
|Precious' children and I sharing hugs and getting ready for a Saturday game.|
Ladies from church helped me wash my hair,
some teen girls would help me do things like brush my hair, carry things, etc.,
|My friend, Nathasha and I working on a church project together.|
(she had to be very patient with my slow left hand)
...children from my Footsteps of Faith Club
helped me color some visuals for the next school semester,
and even my little ones at school helped me to do things.
I have learned a lot through this.
It has brought me to a place where I had to humble myself,
it has taught me to ask others for help,
and has again reminded me that my relationship with God is all I need.
He is always so good to me!
"I have set the LORD always before me:
because He is at my right hand, I shall not be moved."
On Friday, September 18th, my cast came off!!!
My hand had no feeling in it and looked very odd.
The doctor says it still has a good break in the middle,
but the outsides of the bone is beginning to heal.
As you can see, I still have a long way to go.
My 3rd and 4th finger have rotated so that they lie separated,
and my pinky folds under the rest of my fingers.
Please pray with me about wisdom in what to do about this, therapy if needed,
and the pain in my wrist to subside.
This year has been a trying year for my health,
but as we know from Scripture,
"when I am weak,"... He makes me strong.