I have been trying to think of what direction I would go now that the blog is working again, even better than ever!
Last year, I decided to write about my sickness and recovery in the form of a blog-book that I was thinking about publishing among friends. The website is here, and I stopped at Chapter 11. Some of my friends read it and I received good reviews and encouragement to continue.
I was going to keep writing, but at the time, my schedule became very busy. As time went on, I wondered about continuing for a few reasons. The first was that although the most dangerous time was past, there were still things to come that were, well not good. I didn't spend a lot of time thinking or even speaking about them because my focus was gratitude for surviving the danger period and also not to upset family and friends by discussing what was less than easy.
That brings to the second reason. Discussing the difficult times seems to make them a bigger deal than they were. Clearly, everything was survivable and dealable. Everything worked out in the end - do I really need to drag my friends and family down that road so that I can feel good about what I've written?
And that is the last reason. By writing about my sickness and recovery, do I focus too much on myself rather than interact with others? So many have gone through and are going through so much worse - what is the big deal? That I thank God every day for my sicknesses - yes I do. I do that because while the sickness itself was at times a challenge, I received so many blessings of love, friendship, prayers and the gift of a better relationship with God.
What's more, I was blessed with a much better job after I was well enough to work. I had been part of a layoff when I recovered, but within 3 months, I was working locally in a job I loved with people who appreciated me. The hiring manager found me. I was looking and applying aggressively, but was also praying daily for God's Help to find work. They hired me sight unseen, which was a huge gift as I was self conscious of my partial facial paralysis.
I still am self-conscious, but I am told that it's not very noticeable these days.
There I go; off on a tangent.
So I don't know what I will or won't do with the recovery story. I will give it some thought, but right now, I am inclined to stop here, because in this one post, you get really what's most important: what most would see as bad things made way for good.
I wouldn't wish this on anyone else. God made each of us to be different; any other person who is sick is in need of our prayers and support.