January has been Human Trafficking Awareness Month. Though January is coming to an end, the reality of human trafficking has not. In Nashville, 28 Somalians are now going to trial for the role they’ve played in child sex trafficking--transporting pre-teens and teens between three states and forcing them to engage in commercial sex acts.
In Dallas/Fort Worth area, the trafficker of a 13 year old girl is going to trial. “This little girl has been sentenced to a lifetime of horrific memories.” (Traffick911). World Vision has advocated for the passage of the Trafficking Victims Protection Reauthorization Act to protect enslaved and exploited children around the world. Unfortunately, politics (US) is playing a part in preventing this Act to go through. I have posted some of these articles if you’re interested in reading more. And don’t get me started on “Superbowl Sunday” when hundreds of young girls and women will be bought and sold for the pleasure of men before, during, and after the game. If you can do nothing else, please PRAY for these children, many who have been forced, threatened, and abducted into these situations. West VA is one of 2 states with no law against human trafficking.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Surgery
January 9
The fun has begun. Woke up about 6 a.m. to get ready for outpatient surgery--a DNC and removal of a polyp. I never look forward to being “put under” but it is recommended for this procedure.
We ran in to a bit of traffic but made it just 10 minutes late. Well, now the waiting begins. The Women’s Center didn’t send over my orders and there’s no bed available for me. It’s 7:30
I’m nervous as it is and these delays don’t make me feel any better. But on the up side--the bathrooms have toilet seat covers. HA! (something you don’t normally see in the south)
Cory’s been praying Psalm 91 for me, a chapter we’ve prayed for each other over the years. Vs. 1 He who dwells in the shelter of the most high will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. ...He is my refuge and my fortress, my God in whom I trust.”
And another verse that was part of yesterdays sermon--Psalm 55:22 Cast your cares on the Lord and He will sustain you, he will never let the righteous fall, 23b But as for me, I trust in You.
8:18 still waiting
This is the year of writing letters to doctors/clinics here. Last week I had to write mom’s doctor because of a rude nurse. I heard right back from someone in the office, then the next day from the director of nurses of Williamson Co. Vanderbilt clinics. She wasn’t happy and was going to take action.
Next I wrote to Cool Springs Imaging (a bit late) because of the scare they gave me last year after my mammogram--saying it was abnormal then saying it wasn’t. The tech pushed the wrong button and therefore sent the wrong letter. Jim talked with 3 other people that weekend, as I waited to get that straightened out, that had similar experiences there. You don’t make a mistake like that for anyone but particularly a breast cancer survivor. Plus, I had another exam a couple of year prior that gave me a wrong diagnosis. So, I will no longer go to that clinic.
8:30--1-1/2 hrs. later--finally checking in. Thing is, my doctor knew I wasn’t a morning person, ha. Well, less time in the room, unless the surgery is moved back.
8:43--finally in my room. No coat hooks and the closet has no hangers. Hook in the bathroom for clothes though. Dressed in good and non-skid sox and layed in bed.
First person in--a young man to do an EKG and one to draw blood. Strange he had a scanner to check my wristband against his info. Then of course the nurses began coming in.
I was wheeled back to surgery at I’m not sure what time--no clocks on the walls. After a short wait the anesthesiologist stopped by and then the surgeon. I was knocked out and taken to surgery at 10:15. I had no idea about anything until I was back in my room at noon. I dozed off and on, the ceiling was moving and the trees outside--and not from the wind. The nurses were in and out every hour and I was able to leave at 3.
The hospital experience wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be. I was happy with the staff and the doctor. I rested the remainder of the day.
Thursday--just heard from the doctor--the polyp was benign.
I appreciate all the prayers sent up for me. God is good.
The fun has begun. Woke up about 6 a.m. to get ready for outpatient surgery--a DNC and removal of a polyp. I never look forward to being “put under” but it is recommended for this procedure.
We ran in to a bit of traffic but made it just 10 minutes late. Well, now the waiting begins. The Women’s Center didn’t send over my orders and there’s no bed available for me. It’s 7:30
I’m nervous as it is and these delays don’t make me feel any better. But on the up side--the bathrooms have toilet seat covers. HA! (something you don’t normally see in the south)
Cory’s been praying Psalm 91 for me, a chapter we’ve prayed for each other over the years. Vs. 1 He who dwells in the shelter of the most high will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. ...He is my refuge and my fortress, my God in whom I trust.”
And another verse that was part of yesterdays sermon--Psalm 55:22 Cast your cares on the Lord and He will sustain you, he will never let the righteous fall, 23b But as for me, I trust in You.
8:18 still waiting
This is the year of writing letters to doctors/clinics here. Last week I had to write mom’s doctor because of a rude nurse. I heard right back from someone in the office, then the next day from the director of nurses of Williamson Co. Vanderbilt clinics. She wasn’t happy and was going to take action.
Next I wrote to Cool Springs Imaging (a bit late) because of the scare they gave me last year after my mammogram--saying it was abnormal then saying it wasn’t. The tech pushed the wrong button and therefore sent the wrong letter. Jim talked with 3 other people that weekend, as I waited to get that straightened out, that had similar experiences there. You don’t make a mistake like that for anyone but particularly a breast cancer survivor. Plus, I had another exam a couple of year prior that gave me a wrong diagnosis. So, I will no longer go to that clinic.
8:30--1-1/2 hrs. later--finally checking in. Thing is, my doctor knew I wasn’t a morning person, ha. Well, less time in the room, unless the surgery is moved back.
8:43--finally in my room. No coat hooks and the closet has no hangers. Hook in the bathroom for clothes though. Dressed in good and non-skid sox and layed in bed.
First person in--a young man to do an EKG and one to draw blood. Strange he had a scanner to check my wristband against his info. Then of course the nurses began coming in.
I was wheeled back to surgery at I’m not sure what time--no clocks on the walls. After a short wait the anesthesiologist stopped by and then the surgeon. I was knocked out and taken to surgery at 10:15. I had no idea about anything until I was back in my room at noon. I dozed off and on, the ceiling was moving and the trees outside--and not from the wind. The nurses were in and out every hour and I was able to leave at 3.
The hospital experience wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be. I was happy with the staff and the doctor. I rested the remainder of the day.
Thursday--just heard from the doctor--the polyp was benign.
I appreciate all the prayers sent up for me. God is good.
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