Friday, August 10, 2007
When Does It Get Better?
My day started very eventful. I was working hard to get a few things fixed around the apartment. I made several phone calls and got my laptop going (even though I had to reformat the harddrive losing everything on it!), thought I got my DVD player fixed (but it only worked while I was on the phone!) and then I had a nice little letter from the IRS saying that I owed a nice little chunk of money for 2005. I immediately started looking for the tax return and since Katie always did the taxes and was very organized, I knew exactly where to find them. When I went to the file labeled 2005 Tax, there was nothing in it. It was one of those times where I needed Katie to come back and tell me where she put something!! So I dug into the basement and started pulling out boxes of papers. After about an hour of half of searching, I finally came across all the 05 tax info. Relief. Now I just have to figure out what we did wrong and how do I get through this. Ugh! Seems like the devil is really attacking me right now. Just as things look up, someone stomps on my toe. I'm just realizing that I started reading my bible again last week and then I had my problems this weekend. I start to feel better and then the IRS. I guess it's a pretty obvious attack and I ask for prayers to continue to be strong and to be able to accomplish all the things that I need to do. And as my big bonus for the day, I washed Logan - it was WAY overdue. Since he was wet from the rain, I thought it was the perfect opportunity. Of course to him, I might as well have poured hot lava on him while running the vacuum cleaner! But he made it through and now he's sleeping well recupering from the trauma.
Through the worst tragedy I could never imagine, my life has become what it has become. Through this blog, I will continue to tell my story. Some days are good and many are not, but those are the cards I've been delt and I will continue to play my hand until the Lord makes me fold. Also, I hope that you will learn more about Pancreatic cancer and help bring light to this horrible disease so that other victims will be given more time to enjoy life than my precious wife had. Happy reading.