I hadn't been feeling well and suspicion's of things internal going awry were in my head but blood in the toilet? Not a good sign.
But I digress.
Time out. A linear narrative here has definitely gone awry as someone left out the most important part of what began to become an important part of his life again: GOD.
Following my exit from therapy in late 2023, I began attending church again sporadically. Not attending Bible class I somehow made the quick ins and outs to various congregations holding social anxiety to a minimum.
One such church had a grief seminar which I had first attended way back in 2022. Prostate cancer/surgery stopped that in its tracks.
Fast forward to Spring of 2024, about a month after Mom passed and I hit it up again. This time I made it through the deal. Great seminar put on by great people from that church. I became friends with the teacher/co-teacher.
One Sunday at church said co-teacher invited me to the Bible class he and his wife attended. I went. Scary but real. But not real scary. Not really.
Rewarding. Exposure to Gods Word had been very rewarding in the distant past and now was again. But something was different. Me.
I grew to love class, worship and fellowship in spite of social anxiety's curse. A decision was made to place membership there as this was a group of people seeking God. Imperfect people seeking a loving God.
Knowing that I would be moving out of Moms house soon, I placed membership in order to give me that extra motivation to keep attending once I moved across town. I was beginning to "see God" again in my life.
Then I urinated blood.
In May of 2024 I would move out of Moms house and be diagnosed with bladder cancer. In May of 2022, I had officially moved into her house and been diagnosed with prostate cancer.
The moral of the story is don't move. Do not.
Two outpatient surgeries followed for tumor removal in the summer and fall. Not a serious cancer this time but a distraction, an inconvenience.
The year winded down as my bladder decayed with tumors, many. But my spirit grew with the heavens, God. I had more hope than I had felt in decades and this is spite of multiple medical issues. But I had no idea 2025 would be the year from hell.
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