First Monster Sighting

I first saw my monster on March 24th, 2013.  But she had been there longer than that… much longer.

Unlike most of her kindred, she did not chase me wildly through the streets and turn me into a bloody carcass.  If that had been the case I would have known how to handle it.


No.  She was a malignant growth, silently ripping into me, beckoning me with a persistent hand to come along as her unknowing and unwilling partner over the past few years.

Somewhere along the line I had a dull realization that things had changed.

This monster woman was more edgy, irritable, unreasonable… The real me, the soft me, ran to the bathroom or sat fearfully in the car, hoping for a moment of escape from the tyranny of her visitations.

Then the Monster Me set up a permanent residence.  She told Dream Me that this was the real world: monsters, fault lines, shaky hands, exhausted body, foggy insanity.  She said that Dream Me was the laughable hallucination.  My dusty dream-self gazed around sadly, wishing things could be different.


I asked for help, fearing exposure.  Instead I got a reinforcement, a rejection of my dream, and being told this was normal.  New mom, house project, new business?  You’re just doing too much.  Keep going, you’ll figure it out.  Pat on the shoulder.  You’ve done the best you can.  Accept grace.

I kneeled down and believed it.  But things only got worse, and Dream Me finally began to scream and weep inconsolably.

REAL grace finally found me.  At that point, my monster began to lose.  Good overcoming evil.

Two women gathered around me to really stop and pray.  I remember I said:

This mean, ugly person woke up, she is with me and she won’t go back to sleep.  What can I do?  What should we do?  (Tears.)  My life is being ruined!  I have this coexisting good/bad self.  If this is normal, it’s scary.

Then there was a picture in my head.

When my family moved to our new home, we were without a stove for months.  We survived with a campstove, but it had a leaky valve which burned extra fuel brightly in a tall flame.  I saw a bright red X struck over the leak, and suddenly the huge flame was the Monster-me, cut off.  She disintegrated.


At the time, we all thought this was about stress and coping.

I wrote this in my journal from my pastor’s sermon later that morning: “Christ is overcoming evil.  Evil is bent as a power on my destruction.  Romans 8:29 — In Christ we see the original and intended shape.”  I also drew this picture:


No one had any idea that six months later, I would be at the cusp of such a thing literally taking place.

God alone has brought that picture to pass, of cutting off the leak at the source.  Oh God, thank you!  Thank you, thank you, thank you.  If I weren’t feeling so bad, I would dance this morning.  Instead I am going to cry and go make my husband some breakfast.


Deuteronomy 2:7

New International Version (NIV)

7 The Lord your God has blessed you in all the work of your hands. He has watched over your journey through this vast wilderness. These forty years the Lord your God has been with you, and you have not lacked anything.

All the Best

Off to see the wizard today!  I’m excited.

While getting ready for my appointment I had a ton of paperwork to fill out.  They asked for all kinds of info and I went to look in my filing cabinet for some data (like blood type).  I started finding things like cancer history in the family and my immunization record.  BUT HERE’S WHAT BLEW MY MIND.  I don’t know how I still had this, but I found a full blood panel and Dr’s notes/intake form from 2000 when I went to work in Japan (I suppose I had copies for submitting to the missions board).  On my doctor’s intake form I had written “I have been feeling fatigue for about three years.”  My blood test was normal so I think my fatigue complaint was just ignored (and I was too inexperienced to know better).  Crazy, huh?

Except... not really...


I’ve had a lot of help since I put the word out this last two weeks.  It’s been incredible to be loved on when I felt at my weakest.  I originally was facing 10 weeks of waiting for an appointment.  I had already waited three weeks to be scheduled (after seeing three other doctors over the summer), so I pretty much cried when I thought I had 7 more weeks of exhaustion each day (until 4pm).  I am so thankful when they could move me up (only another 2-week wait).

I had a dream a couple of weeks ago that the machine they did the 4-D scan with was huge, round, and I sat inside and rolled like a kid while they did it.  We’ll see if this one lives up to that.  Here’s a picture of the one I had my regular CT scan in at … Kinda scary, super modern (Star Trek modern, the machine was talking to me) and super frigid in the room. (“Can you hold still?”  “I’m… just…. too…. cold!”)

CT Scan

CT Scan

On a side note, being at the hospital yesterday was interesting.  I was usually the youngest person in each room, but never the sickest.   Then, I was waiting for a hospital shuttle I saw a private shuttle pull up…. who pops out?  An incredibly wealthy young couple with a tiny, unwell infant.  My heart stopped for a moment.  People can have all the riches in the world and still not be able to buy health for an innocent, cherished baby.  I felt like praying for everyone all day.  I just wanted to stop and say, “Hey!  What are you facing?  Can I pray for you?” to each and every sickie around me.  But I don’t have the energy to do that!  So I just talked with a few.  Turns out even my registrar was facing some little mountains!

But this hospital (MD Anderson) is such a bright place to be.  They have obviously worked hard to make sure they take GREAT care of their patients.  Everyone was friendly and helpful.  My question is, do I have to be an admitted patient to take advantage of the free haircut/beauty shop? 😉

I'm a patient!

I’m a patient!

I am looking forward to meeting the lady who might have a few answers for me, and her team.  What a blessing and a miracle from God that someone could know Adrenal Glands inside and out.  🙂  Thanks, Lord.  You have sent me all the best.

My Monster Story

I am asleep when I see the monster the second time.

She remained placid as my family descended into a dusty basement with shabby stairs.  She had something to show them, she said.  Her salivating malevolence was held in check until she had them — Trapped.  Doomed.  Screaming.

Part of me, the real me, was an inactive partner hung on the wall.  I watched in confusion and horror as this ravenous zombie emerged and made a big mess of the people who I loved.

Momentarily, my dream fast-forwarded and I was myself again.  Days later; fuzziness gone… I was home from a hospital stay (with frightening memories of being in a straitjacket).   No one knew why I could not account for the monster or the massacre.

My mother, my brother, and a panicky, wild-eyed cat were all that remained, and they did not — could not — trust me.

Police lined the streets outside, ready to take me down if I tried anything again.

I wake up in a solid sweat; it is 6:15 in the morning.  Tears pound up from the depths of my gut and my wretched body lurches to the bathroom, only to sense that the evil monster is not only a dreamlike companion.

She is real, at least in the spiritual sense.  She wants to take me over, but she is not winning, and she hates me for it.  She stands heavily in the hallway as I pee forever into the commode…. horrid and uncomfortable side-effect of Spironolactone medicine… for Conn’s Syndrome.

Is that all I have?   Truly?  One disease, or one possible tumor…. or is it more than just that?  She makes it clear.

Don’t jump ahead of me.  I am not haunted.  I am not possessed.


My family is under attack.  And I must take a step to fight this morning.  First, to rid myself and my home of this sickening horror that is suddenly hovering.

“Get out of here, In Jesus’ Name.”  I actually speak out loud.

She stares lustfully and violently at me for a moment, but then she turns…. and obeys under the Power that assists me… and she walks out of my home.  She is not to return if I have anything to say about it.

“Lord, fill this house with your love, your light, and your peace.  Cover me Lord.  Cover my family.  Protect us, God.”

I refuse to stop fighting… for my family, for my body, and for my peaceful home every day.

She does not define me.

I hate that damage is done.  I hurt that my life has become less structured, more organized by energy slots and holding hands with those who can understand and help a bit here or there.  Frustrated by a light “at the end of the tunnel,” not here yet.  I despise that my children and husband are exposed to this… a disease that makes me a tired mommy, an uninterested partner in life.  Disheartened at  losing my temper and seeing my child be mad at doctors for taking my blood so many times.  I dislike watching “Special Agent Oso” and not doing a fun activity.  I am heartbroken over our finances, which worsen along with one tiny little monstrous thing manifested in my center.  Devastated to realize just how long I have lived with the symptoms, as well as the guilt, fear, self-manipulation, and anger that it fostered into my daily life.


I thank God for bringing this issue to light; for giving us good doctors, and for giving us the wisdom to fire the bad ones.  I am thankful that we had paid off so much debt already; this will not sink us.  Thank You, God, for providing help from friends new and old.  Thank You for a church that believes in prayer; for the comfort of a hand on my shoulder and the counsel of those who have walked similar roads.  Thank You God for a husband that has become so supportive; a distracting job on the side; the supernatural energy to help others.  I will celebrate every little thing I can.

Life was not originally designed to be so painful.  All of our lives, at this very moment, are truly about Someone far greater and the war being waged against Him daily… and against those who even think of following Him.

I do not desire to run away from the battle.


“God!  Help me, help me, help me!  Thank you, thank you, thank you.” — Joyce Meyer


Job 1:18-22

The Message (MSG)

While he was still talking, another messenger arrived and said, “Your children were having a party at the home of the oldest brother when a tornado swept in off the desert and struck the house. It collapsed on the young people and they died. I’m the only one to get out alive and tell you what happened.”  Job got to his feet, ripped his robe, shaved his head, then fell to the ground and worshiped: “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, naked I’ll return to the womb of the earth. God gives, God takes.  God’s name be ever blessed.”  Not once through all this did Job sin; not once did he blame God.