Rain!

I woke up this morning to a complete overcast sky. I’ve rarely seen it in the past 3 months and when I did, it meant nothing by the end of the day. We’ve been in a very long drought so we are paying premium prices for the privilege of watering our lawn. I think it would be cheaper to purchase new sod each month than to try to keep the current grass green.

But this morning, the overcast sky has turned into a miracle of actual water that is dribbling from the sky. Its not a gully-washing, frog-strangler down pour. But it is a consistent dribble that has now been watering the earth around my house for the last hour.

I feel like doing a happy dance.

Reminds me of God’s blessings. When we are in a drought and unable to recognize what He is doing, the days are long, dry, dusty and miserable. When we see Him pouring out those blessings on our lives, the praises easily come. Reminds me further I need to learn to be thankful, even in the drought.

And for today, whether the rain continues or dries up in a few minutes, I’ll rejoice!

Sing to the LORD with thanksgiving; make music to our God on the harp. He covers the sky with clouds; he supplies the earth with rain and makes grass grow on the hills. Psalm 147:7-8

HRT – Still a balancing act

Its been eight years since my hysterectomy and bilateral salpingo and oopherectomy and it hasn’t always been easy. I spent a good part of my first year of recovery trying to find a hormone therapy that worked. It wasn’t just a matter of hot flash management. It was a matter of many other things. Stamina. Sleeping. Feeling “normal” – whatever that is.

After a year of trial and error, I found a hormone therapy that worked for me and I’ve used. And then this spring, seven and a half years later, another adjustment was needed. I started to struggle with insomnia and adrenaline rushes. My doctor is awesome. She checked my cortisol levels and found that my hormone therapy was probably contributing to the symptoms. And so, we started adjusting and tweaking again.

Its a journey requiring persistence. And so I trudge on.

We have adjusted them once again in an attempt to find my new levels and I’m still hanging on, hoping my balance can be measured accurately once again.

Estrogen, progesterone, testosterone, magnesium, vitamin D, omega3….

Amazing what a gal goes through without ovaries to manage these things! I’d like to sleep “like a log” once again.

“I lie down and sleep; I wake again, because the LORD sustains me.” Psalm 3:5