DAY 96 -- It Could Be Worse

I would assume the reason that we have to go through such medical attention is the Church wants to assure that we are not going to die while serving on our mission.  They ask so many questions about our health that I can't help but wonder.  If someone needs some kind of medication, they want to assure that wherever we go we can get the medication we need, like chocolate bars, cinnamon bears, fluffy marshmellow, and nuts.

It would not be wise to send out missionaries who were not healthy and then have the spend their time in bed, not being effective.  So I guess I am in favor of getting the medical attention we need to get, though expensive, we do as asked, and assume that there is no need for a stress test, hopefully.

I talked to a few friends of ours who just came home from their mission and they said that we better be in shape because much is expected of us.  We will be expected to exercise there, as well as before to be ready and remain ready to do what is physically required of us.  That is fine.  Bonnie exercises almost every day.  I started last week, and have been doing quiet well with my health.  It is truly a blessing from Father that I can exercise, for the last little while, a few years, I have been unable to do so.

I young man today asked me a question. He had been struggling with a head ache that was very severe.  He asked if he had to look forward to that type of pain and discomfort throughout the rest of his life.  He looked to me as if I was almost dead and I had lived most of my life.  NOT SO. But it made me chuckle.  I explained to him that I had this ruptured disk and could not lift much.  He was afraid that he was doomed to be in pain all throughout his life.  I smiled and said that this body of our was not designed to be totally healthy, running marathons until we turned 100.  I told him that most people I know ache, have pains, and just live with them.  Most people I know learn through their health challenges.  I told him that he would also, as he got older.

But as I consider other's health problems, I am truly blessed. Father has not deemed in His wisdom to give me anything that would keep me home from a mission, not even stress.  He has and is blerssing me with health and I am so grateful.

The other day I told Bonnie when we were talking of something,  "It could be worse."  Then I said, "Guess what?  It is worse."  She started to laugh, bringing on those beloved endorphins.  They keep one young.  Just looking in the mirror gives me my daily dosage.