The past weeks of covid Recovery have been hard.
Shame on me for not coming to you for prayer.
I was hiding behind the lilac bush
(which I can not smell, btw),
to share the latest test results.
I will hide no more.
Your prayers lift me up,
encourage me, and
keep satan from winning the war for my health
(spiritual and physical).
Test Result No. 1:
I have no antibodies to protect me from contracting covid again.
A few weeks ago I was so excited I couldn't sleep.
Free, at last!
Two weeks after my second vaccine shot,
I was released into my wonderful world of
Before I could get out the door,
the e-mail came.
Research found that people with cll
(chronic lymphocytic leukemia, which is cancer of the immune system)
may not be protected by any of the vaccines.
I stayed home.
My doctor scheduled a blood test to determine if I did indeed have antibodies.
Not a one!!!
No antibodies found after having severe covid,
and the vaccine.
My heart couldn't hold the tears spilling over my cheeks.
My dear doctor assured me this test was not conclusive.
But there is no sure test at this time for cll patients.
So, I wait.
Travelling down a long, long road.
Each day I walk, read, pray,
the God of Hope does indeed fill me with
all joy and peace as
I trust in Him.
Researchers are hopeful a booster shot will be available soon for people with immune deficiencies.
Please note: The lack of vaccine efficacy applies only to cll patients and those with immune deficiencies. Please contact your doctor regarding your own vaccine effectiveness.
Test Result No. 2:
I still need supplemental oxygen.
Forty percent of my lungs are damaged from covid.
I have not needed supplemental oxygen during the day for many months.
You are all good prayers!!!
We have a God Who heals and He heals me!
I've walked from London to Paris (according to my step tracker),
I mow an acre of grass every week.
Two hour bike rides are the norm.
Life is great!
I abound with energy and enthusiasm.
But, while sleeping
my oxygen level falls to 76
(normal O2 is 88 while sleeping, 94 while awake).
In the hospital I named my oxygen tube "Husband."
The oxygen tube was warm and cozy and had to stay next to me
— just like a husband.
My real husband warms me much better, so
please pray I can breathe at night and
rid our marriage bed and my lungs of this incumbrance.
Always thanking God for your prayers for me.
God sent forth an army to restore life.
Thanking God that He breathed into my nostrils the breath of life!
I will forever praise Him!
"God formed man of dust from the ground, and
breathed into his nostrils
the breath of life"