The good news: My dad is doing better. My sister called and said the infection hadn't reached his blood, as the doctors had feared, and well, he's improving now. Finally.

Thanks so much for your prayers! Things were pretty shaky there for awhile (I spared you some scary details).

And thanks, also, for your comments to my last post. I appreciate hearing from those of you who have been where I am now.

I mean, months past I felt alone amongst Tom and Naomi when it came to making some healthy changes, but now, thank-goodness, Naomi is even more on board than I am. And Tom is trying to play along, even though it's hard for him.

All my life I've watched people lose the Game of Life too early. I've seen some folks become old, frail, sickly at 50.

I want to win the Game of Life. So I'm making changes.

Of course, you talk about change and people get scared. Years ago I heard in a sermon that if you are making some changes, get ready to receive flak and criticism from those closest to you. Why? Because seeing that you are changing is a reminder that they are not. 

And that is threatening. And just downright annoying.

When I talk about 'going natural' mostly I mean leaving fancy, new-and-improved products alone. Like not using aluminum cans, microwave ovens, plastic wrap, etc. And returning to basics, back to foods which have not taken showers in pesticides or been chemically altered. Foods God invented--not ones man tinkered with or food from animals led down the winding antibiotic trail.

And well, you know. You've heard it all before.

But another type of change I need to make? Not worrying, but trusting, instead. Relaxing, even in a crisis. Forgiving people and handing out lots of mercy--realizing that's just as vital as anything I let slide down my throat or rub across my skin.

The negative emotions we allow to soak our bodies matter, as well.



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