In 2005, doctors told me that I likely had ten years
until I started experiencing symptoms of liver failure due to a rare disease
where the bile ducts develop scar tissue and become blocked (primary sclerosing
cholangitis). Over the last year or two,
I have had short seasons of symptoms that set me back from ‘normal’ life, but
most of the time, I don’t think about it much because I feel well. God knows the number of my days, not the
doctors.
At the anniversary of my grandfather’s passing on to the
other side, I am thinking of what he is doing, how long or short it will be
when I will join him there, and what the end of this journey of my own life
here will look like. I think of the
brevity of life and how my story fits into the longer story of eternity. This reminds me of the beautiful closing
paragraph from the Chronicles of Narnia:
But
the things that began to happen after that were so great and beautiful that I
cannot write them. And for us this is the end of all the stories, and we can
most truly say that they all lived happily ever after. But for them it was only
the beginning of the real story. All their life in this world and all their
adventures had only been the cover and the title page: now at last they were
beginning Chapter One of the Great Story, which no one on earth has read: which
goes on forever: in which every chapter is better than the one before.
Paula, I can find no way to contact you privately, so please email me through my profile, please. I might know of something that has not yet been considered.
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