The Jordan Family

From now on, whenever I am having a bad day, I will pray for the Jordans. Their blog begins:

8 yo Hannah has an unknown metabolic disease with multi-system organ issues. She has doctors all over the country. Her brother, Braxton has autism and numerous system issues as well. I have been recently diagnosed with MS. We need all the prayers we can get!

Days in which all members of this family feel well are rare. Each day is a struggle to achieve some kind of normalcy that will allow both parents to work so they can keep insurance and have the money to take the children to specialists in Texas, New York, and Illinois.

They were recently in Chicago for doctors to evaluate their daughter and, hopefully, get a diagnosis. The plan was to return home on Dec. 24. As they were packing to leave, they got a call from the doctor that instructed them to unpack. Hanna needed another test that could not wait. They got two diagnoses. Both rare and scary. And a third possible diagnosis that is equally as scary. The doctors think that the mother and both children may have this third diagnosis, but they didn’t have time to confirm it before the family had to return home so the parents could go back to work.

The Jordans drove through a blizzard and arrived at their home in Tulsa on Dec. 27. Without time to rest completely from their travel, the parents went to work the next morning. Dec. 29, while the parents were at work and the children were with relatives, their home burned down. They were underinsured.

I know what the mother goes through with her Multiple Sclerosis because I endure similar symptoms. What I cannot imagine—fear to imagine—is the horror and heartbreak of having all my children suffer such terrible illnesses. As impossible as it is to cope with the children’s illnesses, this “coping” aggravates the mother’s MS. And the father must watch his entire family suffer—unable to change their illnesses. He is a good man with a true love for his family. But he carries a heavy burden financially and emotionally.

Now their home is in ashes. It is unimaginable, unthinkable.

It will take time to replace the critical medical equipment the children depend on. They have nothing but the clothes on their backs. This last devastation will wear heavily on the health and finances of the whole family.

Yet, they face this, too, with their characteristic courage and faith.

So the next time I’m having a really hard day coping with my health, I will think of the Jordans and know that others suffer more than I do. I will pray for them health, blessings, and joy—especially joy.


In the Beginning

Nancy January

This is my first post of my first blog.

These last few months have been filled with firsts. Some were not so pleasant and landed me in the hospital. One was frightening and landed Donnie in the hospital. The most recent was amazing. I participated in National Novel Writing Month and wrote my first draft of my first novel—start to finish—in twenty-nine days.

Okay, the first draft is far from perfect, but it is finished. All my life I have wanted to write a novel. I have. Maybe I will rewrite and edit it to see if it is marketable. Maybe not. I wrote it only for the joy of writing.

I won in 29 days!

Not everything was a first. I have missed the companionship of intelligent women. Some have moved away, some have died, some have just been busy with their own struggles. During these past months, lost friends have been remembered, old friendships have been renewed and celebrated, new friends (both online and local) have been embraced. This feels much like coming home.

If I had to describe myself in one word, it would be “spoiled.” That is not a bad thing. It is an admission that my life is good. I know that it could be otherwise. And I appreciate that it is filled with love, joy, and blessings. My husband of twenty-nine years did not die from his heart attack. Our children are all happily married and have well-behaved, intelligent children. I have few complaints and fewer regrets (everyone should have a few of those).

I am, with the encouragement and support of my family, accomplishing my life goals. I have just written a novel and within a few months will complete my M.Ed. If all goes well, I will go on to get a doctorate. Why? Because it has been something I have wanted for many decades, and because I can. I will be the first of my bloodline to do so and will blaze a trail for my grandchildren. If they see that I can do it, they will not be afraid to try. That alone is reason enough.

I am eager to see what the future holds.