Monday, October 31, 2022

Heath Update 10/31//2022

Hello Friends,

I haven't posted on this blog in a long time. 

I also haven’t shared a health update in some time. So here goes. 

First, the good news.

My weight this morning on my home scale is 298lbs. That’s a total weight loss of around 120lbs from my highest ever back in 2011 and 2012 or so. Since Alene and I stared the Kaiser weight management program in March of 2021, I’ve shed about 95-100lbs. My blood labs all come back in the middle of the average range, right on target. My A1C, which was never really bad, is in the low 5’s. Generally, considering my overall health, I feel healthier than I have in years.

However…..

When asked “Mike, how ya doing?”, the answer can get a little more complicated. My generic and honest answer nowadays is “I’m feeling well. My hips hurt.” They’re honest statements addressing different aspects of my health.

I think my emotional health has improved a lot. For a while I was in the doldrums over all the osteoarthritis pain and limitations that come with it. I did a pain management class (helpful but not really helpful, if that makes sense), that helped me to better understand how pain works and what it means. Kaiser (probably most medical systems) is clamping down on prescriptions of powerful pain medications (opioids), and I get it, so there’s not much beyond ibuprofen and Tylenol for pain. I’ve come to a place where the pain is just something that’s there. Not much I can do about it. Its constant and frustrating, and there are times when its excruciating, but it’s not always debilitating. I do find some relief by sitting in a comfortable chair or recliner, and I’ve been able to sleep pretty well as of late, which is a big win.

Walking is a straight up struggle. I can use a cane around the house for short trips down the hall, or from the front door to the car, or a very short walk into a restaurant or some such thing, but generally I use my walkers the rest of the time. If it's a longer walk, like into a medical appointment, Alene will grab the wheelchairs available and push me around. 

I’m still trying to concentrate on what I “can do”, instead of what I “cannot do”, but that takes a lot of energy because, if I’m honest, I really don’t want to “do anything” that hurts. And, unfortunately, anything I need to do generally involves standing and walking of some sort, and it all hurts.

So, that brings us to today.

Alene drove me to an early morning appointment with an orthopedic surgeon who came highly recommend by several friends. We met, we looked at the x-rays, he agreed I need hip-replacement.

Cool. 

However, my BMI is still too high in his opinion, which I sort of expected. My first surgeon wanted me to get to 285lbs before he’d consider surgery, so this was not a big surprise, but it was still disappointing. However, the surgeon we spoke to today said he would not do surgery on me, because of how he does his surgeries.  He goes in through the front of the thigh, which frankly I still have a lot of fat in that area, and I’d run a high risk of infection. He suggested I re-contact the other surgeon and follow-up, because that surgeon does his hip-replacement surgeries from the posterior, or kind of around the side toward the back of the thigh, which would work better for me. Alene asked some questions about the x-rays, about some necrosis at the head of the femur, and the doc kinda said, yeah… not much to do about it until we replace the hips. He was honest and kind, and I appreciated that.

Needless to say, we were disappointed. It was a bit unrealistic to expect anything different, but we had hope.

However, hope is not lost.

Surgery will happen. It will happen. There is a light at the end of this tunnel, and I’m beginning to be able to see it. I have 15-20 more pounds to lose (depends on whose scale I use, mine at home or the scale in the Kaiser office).

Bottom line, I’m disappointed but not surprised. I knew going in my weight is not where the doctors want it to be. I had a somewhat unrealistic hope that the doctor would look at the x-rays, and say “Dear Lord, Mr. Jones, how are you even walking? I’ve hardly ever seen hips so bad! We must get you into surgery immediately. How’s next week sound?”

I mean, I knew it was unrealistic, but its kinda like buying a lottery ticket and dreaming of what I’d do with the winnings. A completely unrealistic expectation, but….. it could happen, ya know!?

Well, I write this as an update for those who are interested, and as a catharsis for myself. Life goes on, we’ll manage best we can. Alene is such a wonderful caregiver, and even though I can still do most day-to-day things for myself, she is always ready to help.

My plan is to double down on what I know about weigh loss, and redirect my efforts to staying faithful to my plan. Honestly, 15-20 pounds is not a lot of weight in the grand scheme of my weight loss journey. I can do this!

If you’re the praying type, we covet your prayers. However, I don’t want you to pray for a miracle, or for supernatural divine intervention. Honestly. I know that God will move as God is pleased to move on the medical front. I trust that. Please simply remember Alene and I in your prayers, and ask that God would provide us with wisdom and patience to get through this bump on our journey, so we can heal and continue on with the journey.

If you’re not a praying type, I’d ask you to think good thoughts and send good will whenever you think of us. Believe it or not, its all a prayer of sorts. Whether we’re praying “in Jesus’ name”, or just hoping good hopes, it’s all positive when sent in friendship and love.  Just, when you think of us, send love in your own way!

If you read this far, I am super stoked and glad!

It’s been said a person (or people) can get through almost anything that come their way, if they have friends to help them along the way. I’ve found that to be true.

If any of you find yourself in need of good will or prayer, or just a talk, feel free to ask.

Love and friendship are nothing if not reciprocal. 

Monday, February 22, 2021

The Good Father and the Rebellious Son

I've become convinced that to know Jesus better is the path to being a better human. Both in how Jesus is the icon, the perfect image of God in solidarity and unity with humanity, and how Jesus' ideas, because they are the ideas and precepts of God, are the path to true human thriving and cohesive community.
Jesus is the Way, the Truth, and the Life.
In Luke 15, Jesus tells his followers the parable of the Good Father. Its also known as the parable of the Prodigal Son, or sometimes the Rebellious Son.
The son asked his father for his part of the family inheritance prior to his father's death, in essence telling his father "you're dead to me" in the ethics of the time. He wanted to go live life his own way, and be set loose from what he perceived as the bondage of his father's household and way of life.
The son set out on his own. He felt freed. He lived the high life for a time, partying and eating and spending money to his heart's content, not having to consider the rules of his old life at home, under the guidance and tutelage of his father.
Finally, of course, the money ran out. The son, unaccustomed to having to provide for all of his own needs, realized with some disdain that he needed to get a job, but no one was hiring. No one would hire a spoiled, entitled rich kid who'd fallen on hard times.
Finally, in desperation, he took the only job he could find. He
endured what was an absolute disgrace for a wealthy, important Hebrew man, and fed pigs at a pig farm.
The son got so desperate and hungry that he began to think about taking some of the pig slop home for dinner. He had fallen as low, or maybe even lower, than he'd ever imagined possible. He was, in effect, hopeless.
Then, again in desperation, he began to consider his options. He had few, if any. He was going to die soon if he didn't do something.
And finally he remembered his father.
He remembered how his father treated his workers and servants with decency and dignity. He provided them plenty to eat, and decent places to sleep. The son realized that life as a servant in his father's house, even if he had to endure the embarrassment and indignity of crawling back to his father, was better than this.
So the son reconsidered his plight, changed his mind about how he wanted to live, swallowed his pride, got up and began his journey home.
On the way, he began to practice and rehearse the speech that he'd say to his father. "I'm really sorry, dad. I was dumb and impetuous, and I blew it. I was really mean to you, and you were kind to me. I'm so sorry. Will you let me live here, maybe put me to work as a servant? I have no place to go, I lost everything you gave me, and was hoping maybe you'd give me a break, even after how badly I treated you. "
But before he was even able to get to the gate of his father's farm, his father saw him, and ran to him. The father lifted the skirt of robe, tucked it up over his belt, and set off at a dead run down the road to greet his boy who'd come home. He ran because he loved his son. He'd always loved his son. There was never a day that he didn't love and miss his son, and was joyful his son was coming home.
Before the son was even able to begin his speech that he'd practiced so long, before he was even able to ASK for his father's forgiveness, the father wrapped his arms around his son, kissed him and "Welcome home, my boy!!! Ah, I feared you were lost for dead, but I never gave up hope that one day I'd see you walking down that road, coming home! Today, is that day! Tonight, we party! I feared you were dead, but here you are, alive!"
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You see, God is like the father.
He always loved his son.
Even after his son insulted him, took his money, and essentially shook the sand of his father's life from his shoes, and left forever.......the father loved his son.
He never stopped loving his son.
He never stopped watching for his son to come home, return from his self-imposed exile.
And even before the son had had a chance to ask forgiveness, the father had forgiven his son, because love, the Love that is God, keeps no record of wrongs. It is patient, kind, endures all things, believes all things, and hopes all things.
This is the heart of the Good Father. A God who loves always and without condition. A God who waits for you and I to realize we don't need to live in exile, but is patiently watching the road for you and I to return. And He runs to us, with open arms.
This is the Father that Jesus knew. This is the Father that loved Jesus, and Jesus loves us the way his Father loves him. It's all very beautiful, and the Gospel of John chapter 17 says it in a very Gospel-y way.....
Jesus prayed, "I am in them and you are in me. May they experience such perfect unity that the world will know that you sent me and that you love them as much as you love me."
I don't always know what to think about God. But I'm learning better how to think about Jesus. Jesus tells us that this is the heart of the Creator God, what God is like, because Jesus and the Creator God are one. So, I'm learning to trust Jesus, and thereby, learning to trust God better.
You can too. That's my prayer for you this Lenten season.