Tuesdays are supposed to be my good days so on this particular Tuesday, Daryl took a day trip to Oregon for business meetings. When he came home, he found his wife curled up in bed with no appetite, no desire to exercise and no dinner in sight. I had taken out meat to thaw but when it was time to cook, I could not bear to look at it. Ruthanne made cheese crisps for the kids while I crawled into bed to feel sorry for myself. That was the beginning of my food phobia, which has somewhat affected my appetite and ability to cook.
Daryl has put on many different hats since I began my cancer journey. On this particular day, he was my motivational coach. He was tired and hungry, but managed to coax me out of bed at 8 pm to go on a dinner date with him at Pei Wei (an Asian restaurant 1.5 miles away). On foot. By the time we got home at 10.30 pm, I had eaten dinner, walked 3 miles and talked my heart out. I was a new woman because of my husband's tough love.
On my days of fatigue, my thoughts do not make any sense. It's been a while since I've had to make my own bed because it mysteriously gets made by one of the 3 older kids (yes, even Nathaniel). But I get clues as to who made my bed because of the love notes left on my bed-spread "hotel-style". I am of course thrilled by their thoughtful love. On my days of fatigue, however, I bemoan holding back my kids' lives with making my bed and wondered if it would be better for me to be out of the picture. I told you the thoughts didn't make sense. My family frequently reminds me that we are in this together, with their words and actions.
These moments of frustrations stir in me a hope for the day when creation will be finally liberated from its bondage to decay (Romans 8:21). We have a foretaste of the forgiveness and healing that comes from believing in the work of the cross, but the full redemption of creation will happen only when Christ returns again. On that day, God will dwell with men. He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain (or food phobia), for the old order of things has passed away (Revelations 21:3,4).
In the meantime, the Spirit helps me in my weakness. When I do not even know what to pray for, the Spirit himself intercedes for me with groans that words cannot express (Romans 8:26). I am also blessed to have friends who "groan" on my behalf.
And of course, in my weakness, tough love helps too. :)