Tuesday, February 05, 2008

MY TOES ARE FROZEN PEGS

My toes are frozen pegs in an outdoor laundry.
Hard shakes jerk my body.
The fever is back.

Scalp--itching--rivals…?
I order my hands: do not touch.
Sleep? Little. Ambien fights the steroids.

The birds sing—a cacophony of sound greeting the day.

But even that doesn't lull me to sleep.

Pressure mounts in my brain.

***

Itching, itching, itching.
Will I scratch?
Torment.
Scratch.
Jerk hand away.
For good.

***

Turn on light.
Coconut flakes on red sheets.
Agast.

***

How can a giant fried marble hurt so much?

***

I choose to sing.
I choose to sing.
I choose to sing.

***

A song from childhood comes…

***

"There's within my heart a melody,
Jesus whispers sweet and low.
'Fear not, I am with you, Peace! Be still!
In all of life's ebb and flow.'

"Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,
Sweetest name I know.
Fills my every longing,
Keeps me singing as I go.

"Though sometimes He leads through waters deep,
Trials fall across the way.
Though sometimes the path seems rough and steep,
See His footprints all the way.

"Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,
Sweetest name I know.
Fills my every longing,
Keeps me singing as I go."

***

At the top, "fever" reads "fabak. Then I slide my chair to the left, come in close, sweep over the words, and I can read. Not speed reading like before. But still, reading.

10 Comments:

At 10:02 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Kristy, the hymns of our childhood are like salve. You may remember this one, also:


A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,
A wonderful Savior to me;
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock,
Where rivers of pleasure I see.

He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
That shadows a dry, thirsty land;
He hideth my life with the depths of His love,
And covers me there with His hand,
And covers me there with His hand.

A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,
He taketh my burden away;
He holdeth me up, and I shall not be moved,
He giveth me strength as my day.

He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
That shadows a dry, thirsty land;
He hideth my life with the depths of His love,
And covers me there with His hand,
And covers me there with His hand.

With numberless blessings each moment He crowns,
And filled with His fullness divine,
I sing in my rapture, oh, glory to God
For such a Redeemer as mine!

When clothed in His brightness, transported I rise
To meet Him in clouds of the sky,
His perfect salvation, His wonderful love
I’ll shout with the millions on high.
========

You are loved!

 
At 1:23 AM, Blogger Lee said...

Praying and crying and Praying

 
At 8:38 AM, Anonymous Carrie Turansky said...

Dear Kristy,

How I wish I was there to give you a hug, or cook you some soup, or sing you a song. I am sending many prayers up for you today, asking God to bring you peace in the midst of the storm and to show you His love through those who are close by.
Love and prayers,
Carrie

 
At 9:13 AM, Blogger Sharon A. Lavy said...

When mu sister-in-law had brain cancer we had special lotion for her itching and liquid morphine for her pain. I hope you have this help. I hurt for you. But God is good. Praise His Holy Name.

Blessings~~

 
At 9:44 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dearest Kristy,

Until the worst of these symptoms subside, as Sharon suggests, can they not give you liquid morphine in the evenings so you can get some decent sleep?

I'm praying and praying for healing, precious sister. I'm believing God for your miracle.

Much love,
Nancy

 
At 9:55 AM, Anonymous Suzanne Eller said...

I prayed for you last night. Now I understand why. . .

Suzie Eller, AWSA sis

 
At 10:03 AM, Blogger Robin Bayne said...

Praying!!

 
At 11:02 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dear Milton and Kristy: We are praying for you both. We hear the news and keep ourselves abreast on Kristy's medical status. Heather and I are praying everyday for a miracle in your lives and despite the reports not being good...God is good. I remember the nice time we had at your dinner not too many years ago and the time we were able to share. We have always thought well of our good friends and we encourage both of you. Miracles abound when we pray and we trust God for one in Kristy's life. She still has books to write...and yes, one on healing. Take care and know that we are here for you. Karl and Heather Pansler

 
At 12:37 PM, Blogger Kay said...

Would this help? http://www.carringtonlabs.com/productcart/pc/viewPrd.asp?idcategory=12&idproduct=31&gclid=CPjo9LDKrZECFSBeagodGVJ4dg

Maybe your doctor has already told you about everything you can try. Itching is terrible to put up with, isn't it? Praying, praying, praying!!

 
At 2:18 PM, Blogger Lisa Taylor said...

Bro. Dykes and Kristy,

We love you, and we're praying for you! Your remarkable, undaunted spirit is a true example for us, your family, friends, and readers!We pray for Julie and Jennifer, too. Please remember: Alabama is lifting you up before the throne of mercy and grace!

Much love and Many prayers,

Mike, Lisa, and MaryLisa

 

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