Feb 14, Valentines Day. This is 43 of them that Peggy and I have spent as sweethearts.
She's still my valentine. I want the world to know. But you already do if you read this at all.
This morning, after a fast, she took a Cholesterol test. Before she called me with the results I knew what they were. Having a prophetic gift is a burden sometimes. Sometimes I would rather not.
Genetics are the problem. I am out of shape and overweight and have the Cholesterol readings of an athlete. She is trim but carries around DNA that is against her and is a few straws short of 280.
It's not fair and it's not lifestyle.
She's a tigress. No statin drugs for her. She will have to have it monitored. She is scheduled to go back in a few months. She is determined to do this with lifestyle changes. If she makes lifestyle changes I will have to as well. Couldn't hurt.
But, I held her last night, thinking of the DNA that created who we are, and thought of a quote a friend of mine uses often, "You can't repent of your DNA".
But maybe we can try.
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