This post was with the one above, but I decided to give Granny her own spot for prayers.
Last update is that my Granny has a brain tumor. I’m still sort of reeling over the idea of a brain tumor, much less the reality of it. Granny’s behavior has changed somewhat over the past year or 2. She’s been meaner than normal. She’s always had a bratty streak, but it’s progressed to actual meanness, which is sort of sad to see in a lady I love so dearly. Anyway, the doctors who found it do not think it is affecting her behavior enough to remove it, even though it is operable in their opinions. Granny has been very polite and kind, even charming to the doctors and hasn’t had one of her mean episodes on them yet, so they don’t think it’s that big a deal. It will take a while for the doctors to realize how big a deal it is and how especially mean she can be. So until then, they’re sending her home. I expect she’ll be back at the hospital before too long, with another episode of overt cruelty under her belt. My family’s ability to communicate with doctors about their needs is clumsy at best. It’s part of the hillbilly heritage. I’m not in a position to overrule other family members, so I will just sit and pray and watch and see how things go. I would like to storm in and fix things and holler and scream until I get my way, but so many things block my path. Additionally I have prayed and do not feel that I’m being called to force my opinions on the rest of family. Sigh. I love my family so much, all of them. And I pray that God’s will be done, not mine. God is big enough to change the doctor’s minds, so I don’t have to be. I can’t control the situation, but I can trust God to control it and to work His miracles within it. Meanwhile, I pray and pray and pray, and focus on what I can control instead of what I can’t.
God, Grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change
The Courage to change the things I can,
And the Wisdom to know the difference. Amen.