Christmas Miracles?

[Triggy&Blue&Daisy Too]

I have two present miracles to share!

I just learned this evening that one of my dearest friend's husband was given a clean bill of health. He was diagnosed with lung cancer last July and this week it has completely disappeared.

I just can't stop praising God over this it's the best news ever!

My own little miracle is that my massage therapist predicted months ago that when I found the right place to keep my Daisy where she'll be safe and well cared for the pain in my back and shoulder would stop. I'm happy to report I moved her Sunday to a wonderful stable with the most awsome owners and have been totally pain free ever since. Mind over matter or a miracle? I'm thinking miracle! Sure beats surgery.

How about yours?

 

[OhHorsePee]

Yippee for you and your pal!!!! That is good news!! How thrilled you all must be!!

My miracle is that I am done shopping!! All I need now is cheesecake supplies. Woo hoo!

Fran

 

[Marty]

Don't know if this would constitue any miracle but the situation with our beloved Mr. Geese is an example of a Christmas out pouring of love.

 

[justaboutgeese]

Marty you are making me blush !!!!! For me the miralce was a rebirth, I will admit redily there were many tears welling in my eyes everytime I opened a card or a package. Starting out from where I was stuck is not a journey one can make on his own.

 

[minimama]

I have one to share. It happened twenty two years ago but still amazes me and I am still so grareful for it happening.

All those years ago, I had the very best Grandma anyone could ever ask for. We used to bake together and she taught me so much and was always my rock and support system when I needed her. And everybody knew I was Grandmas favorite too.

Well, she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer that year. For anyone that has experience with this you will know it is curable, the problem comes with its location. By the time you are diagnosed with it, it is usually too late. Grandma was very sick and spent so much time in the hospital. I sat with her and helped take care of her while she was there. It was around Thanksgiving that this was all going on. The doctors came to us and told us that she had only a few weeks to live and we should prepare. This meant she would go right about Christmas. Of course everyone prayed she would hold on through Christmas so that the holiday would not be one we remembered due to her passing. Anyway, about three days before Christmas the doctors said, she is doing better, take her home. We had Grandma home for one last Christmas that year. We got to talk to her and hug her and smell her and feel her one last very special holiday...the MOST special holiday! Her favorite! She was able to have one last Christmas dinner with her family and us with her. She got to see her Grandchildren open their gifts one last time, knowing this would be her last time. But we were all given that very special gift that year and it stays with us, the blessing and miracle that is our Father!

Grandma went back into the hospital two days after Christmas and went home to our Heavenly Father January 6th, very peacefully, and with all of her children surrounding her and holding her.

That is my Christmas miracle and I don't know that I will ever need another, it was so wonderful!

 

[hobbyhorse23]

Mine is similar to minimama's and I'll try not to go into details as it would make me bust out in tears. I had a cat who I loved dearly and my first year away at college I noticed something was wrong with him when I'd visit home. Long story short, we found out soon after Thanksgiving that he had cancer and unless we wanted to try chemo there was nothing we could do. This cat was my guardian angel, my best friend, and we're convinced he was already one of our previous cats reincarnated to finish seeing me raised. I bawled for weeks because he was going downhill and I couldn't be home to nurse him. I felt completely swamped with guilt and grief.

Christmas came and we arranged for me to fly to CA for three days instead of driving with my parents for two weeks so I could spend most of the holiday home with the cat. I wanted time to say goodbye. He had been in so much pain and nothing was working; he just wasn't himself. But immediately after my parents left the new medicine we were trying kicked in and for two weeks he was the lovable character I so cherished. I wasn't supposed to let him outside because my mother was afraid he'd crawl away to die like cats will, but I listened to my instincts and made a bargain with him. If he'd stay with me while we were outside and come in when I did, I'd let him out. I knew he needed to say goodbye to his home in his own way. And so he did. I got twelve precious last sights of his black tail waving ahead of me as he led me up from the barn, twelve days of talking to him as he sat on a haybale in the feedroom and watched me mix grain, twelve occasions of looking up from stall-cleaning and realizing he was gone only to have him come running to reassure me the moment I called. As vacation ended he started throwing up the medicine and slipping away again. I was heartbroken that he was so clearly not going to last another two weeks but I had to go back to class. I seriously pondered taking a quarter off. (Yes, for a cat. I was getting a degree as a hobby and felt no shame at all in honoring a dear friend of any species. Still don't.)

The second miracle of that Christmas besides being able to enjoy our precious time together with him in no pain was that the end came the day before classes started. We had been continually hesitating because we just couldn't tell if it was time yet, he was still having good days and bad. He'd been fine the night before but January 4th I woke up at 7AM with this feeling of alarm in my stomach and realized I could hear him retching in the hall. I went to him and found him weak and losing fluids from both ends so I woke my parents with tears in my eyes and calmly told them we had to go to the vet, it was time. I know in my heart that he knew how much leaving him was hurting me and he chose to go that day while I was still there to hold him in my arms. I don't know how I would have dealt with the guilt if he hadn't; it would have torn me apart. How do you resolve the dilemma when society demands you "act like an adult" and go somewhere you really aren't needed to do something that doesn't matter, and your heart and soul and everything your parents taught you about loyalty and honoring life, etc. demands that you stay? In my case, I prayed and talked to the animal and God and the cat took care of it.

I don't ever want to be the kind of adult who could consider an animal's passing less important then school. Which lesson are you going to remember more? Honestly.

Sorry, soapbox. Anyway, that was my Christmas miracle/blessing.

Leia

 

[Triggy&Blue&Daisy Too]

Wow you guys are getting me all teary. Such beautiful stories and sentiments. This is what Christmas is really all about to me.

 

[SWA]

Sorry, I clicked to post, before I responded.

What I was gonna say...

Triggy that is such wonderful news about your friend's husband! PTL!

And I so know what you mean about "feeling better" once worrisome concerns for your mare were settled and for the better.

My doc tells me too, that I'll "feel" a huge difference in all my "woes", once our home is settled. By that, either FINALLY having our horses home or at least "settled" into what ever must lay ahead for them????

Though, I am beyond grateful to their current accommodations (a Christmas Miracle all their own), heaven KNOWS!

It's still not "complete", either one way or the other, as to what is to be "home" for them...and I've been a total discombobulated frazzle over the constant "Living in Limbo" for wayyyyyy too long.

I just keep praying, what ever is to be, to just SOON BE, so that I can rest in some sort of "final knowing" of what is to be for wherever "home" is for them.

At least my son is home...though that too, is "temporary"...but I'm taking as much of it as I can while he is here...HOME.

That is my Christmas Miracle in itself as well.

Anyways, Im just saying I do understand...and I'm so happy for you in your joyous and peaceful blessings.

I have two present miracles to share!
I just learned this evening that one of my dearest friend's husband was given a clean bill of health.  He was diagnosed with lung cancer last July and this week it has completely disappeared.

I just can't stop praising God over this it's the best news ever!

My own little miracle is that my massage therapist predicted months ago that when I found the right place to keep my Daisy where she'll be safe and well cared for the pain in my back and shoulder would stop.  I'm happy to report I moved her Sunday to a wonderful stable with the most awsome owners and have been totally pain free ever since.  Mind over matter or a miracle?  I'm thinking miracle!  Sure beats surgery.

How about yours?

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[runamuk]

OK Trig,

I want to tell you a story it isn't so much a Christmas miracle but it has everything to do with why Christmas is so hard for me...yet it doesn't end at christmas......

This is the story from my perspective there are no dates or years it is purely one girls memory of the most amazing woman to ever live......................

What I remember from stories by the fireplace watching flames, she was born deformed and weak, the doctors said she'd not live.......when she lived her parents were told with her deformities she'd never walk, she did. When she walked many doctors were consulted and there was a surgery that in theory might work....it had never been performed however....she was somewhere around two when the doctors performed the very first spinal fusion (an entry in the journals of medicine was made) while she was recovering in the hospital in a full upper body cast no one would get the little girl a mirror, so she did what little girls will do and managed to climb out of the hospital bed and up onto the sink to see this strange cast in the proccess she fell off the sink and knocked herself out cold. Many years later she was a young lady in high school and didn't partake in sports although she loved the water she didn't swim as kids called her hunchback and she was embarassed by all her scars. Instead she studied latin, violin, the arts, and literature......she went on to university. Along the way she met a wonderful man they married and spent some of their summers in a firewatch tower in the mountains, gaining one on one appreciation for nature and all that it encompasses. Eventually they started a family and the woman who wouldn't live gave birth to and raised 4 children....as her children one by one entered high school they brought home all manner of wayward lost youth (after all it was the sixties) this woman took them in told them the rules and many went on when they might have been lost. She went to work when her youngest was in high school I truly do not recollect what her title or position was but I remember it being very important. She was always busy with the "boys and girls club" and flying off to Washington D.C. Many times I tagged along to the city of Seattle to go to functions for these less fortunate inner city youth ....I remember thinking how amazing she was helping all these kids who had so little.....

I was a young girl when her youngest son came home for his ordination at his home church, I remember how proud she was he was the only one to finish college and I just knew that was important to her but at the time had no idea why.

Every Christmas was happiness and joy decorations and presents, sitting by the fireplace, good smells, and standing over heat vents (we didn't have heat at home only the wood stove) and Christmas eve service was a time to wear fancy dresses new stockings and brand new shiney shoes, the church was so pretty, and the pastor so nice and we got to sing. As it comes back to me I smell the smells and hear the sounds but from a childs perspective...I remember going to the city to see the nutcracker at the seattle opera house and I distincly remember the doorman knowing who we were...we saw swan lake there as well (I wanted to be a ballerina)........happiness was christmas time a fireplace burning lights twinkling and a bowl of nuts with a nut cracker.

Fast forward and I am a pre teen my own parents have seperated my home life is hard my school life not much better BUT there is always holidays and Christmas to look forward to.....then we hear the visit to the doctor was not good, it's cancer, we can remove the kidney and do chemo, and this woman tells us all not to fret she will be fine. Her hair falls out but thats ok because now she can wear wigs, the treatments make her sick but she still can garden, and they really need her back at work so she just knows she shall get better. The doctors visit was good the cancer is in remission we all rejoice and go on with life.

I move in with my father but still go back for the holidays, time goes by and I am a teen with major issues, this woman always tells me to pull myself up by the boot straps and get it together...then she demands my father get me help (I did not know this until much later in life) I am young just about to exit high school when my world gets turned upside down.....my father announces he and "my stepmom" the woman he had lived with for 11 years, are seperating and well neither of them have room for me....as always this woman takes in another lost soul and attempts to guide her. I graduate highschool, get a job, develop a bad habit and move out, hit rock bottom and move back but this time she is sick again and there is no chance of remission it has invaded the other kidney and the liver, and most of her bladder.

I had moved in with a friend and had a job and was busy with my life, the day the call came I had to work I couldn't get away. I never said goodbye. The funeral was scheduled when I had to work and I was told I would be fired if I didn't come in, so I never said goodbye.

As I sit here crying I want to share something I learned never ever again will I never say goodbye. People are more important than jobs, money, fame.........what she taught me was it is all about people and family.....this woman was my short (4'10") fat grey haired grandmother and I miss her more than anything....I truly believe her entire life was one big miracle

 

[SWA]

runamuk...

 

[horsefeather]

hobbyhorse23,

I don't know you, but after reading your 'miracle' I have so much respect for you! Kudo's for getting your priorities in order. At least in my eyes there were!

I loved a little dog like that once!

Pam

 

[Triggy&Blue&Daisy Too]

Oh Rori, what can I say except what a blessing to have had such a wonderful person touch your life like that.

 

[Buckskin gal]

I think we have had a Christmas miracle for this year. Two years ago my husband had a stroke and was completely paralyzed on his right side. Fortunately, He was taken to the hospital in time to have the clot buster medicine used and he had a very good recovery. Tests did show at that time he had two arteries in his head that were partially blocked and it has worried us a lot over the past two years. Well, low and behold, my husband went through a bunch of tests... MRI, ultra sound, doppler, just the past few days and the tests show the blockage has actually improved instead of getting worse. It may be the medicine he has been taking but to me it is a miracle that the blockage is so much better and is a wonderful Christmas present for us. He does have a blockage in one of his carotid arteries again but at least that can be taken care of here. To open a blockage in his head would have required going to Portland Oregon. Miracles are happening every day

Mary

 

[Miniv]

Truly some wonderful stories of miracles...... and perfect examples that LOVE NEVER DIES -- YOU DON'T HAVE TO SAY YOUR GOOD BYES. They are still close by when ever we think of them and will be waiting to greet us again with a hug some day.

MA