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A Thankful Life by Sue A. Fairchild

Posted by Julie on November 9, 2017 in Guest blogger, Julie Arduini, Life Lessons, Thankful November guest blogger |


By Sue A. Fairchild



Nine days ago my mom turned seventy-five and, for that, I’m thankful. Yes, seventy-five is a huge milestone in a person’s life, but, for my mom, it’s an even bigger accomplishment.

Over thirty years ago, she was diagnosed with emphysema and given only a year to live. Her doctor at the time failed to educate himself on this pulmonary disease and quickly jumped to a conclusion that has proven to be very, very false.

His diagnosis put my mother into a state of depression. She sequestered herself in her bedroom, rarely emerging to be social or interact with her family. As a young child, I didn’t really notice. She was still my mom and, other than being “sick,” she seemed “normal” to me. But when I look back on photos now I can see the haunted look in her eyes and the ever present pink bathrobe. I wonder why it didn’t affect me as a child, but I’m thankful I simply loved her and accepted how things were.

As that year passed, and her health seemed to stagnate, my mother began to wonder, “What if the doctor’s wrong?” My father pushed her to get a second opinion and, finally, she agreed. That second doctor proved to be our family’s saving grace.

“You could live to be eighty,” he told her. “It is all how you look at it. If you fight, take the right medication…you could live to be whatever age you want.”

Now, at the age of seventy-five, it’s plain to see the second doctor (who remained our doctor for many years after that) was right.

Although the first diagnosis affected a portion of my mother’s life she cannot get back, something inside her pushed her to find another answer and we were blessed to find the second doctor.

I’m thankful the first doctor was wrong and I’m thankful the second doctor was right. In fact, he did better than being right. Through the years, he gave my mother hope and determination.

When she felt weak, he would give her advice and encouragement. He got her into an exercise program that, I believe, has prolonged her life even further. Even after he retired, if we ran into him at a store, he would hug my mother and ask how she was doing. His kind nature formed a friendship that transcended the doctor-patient one and helped our entire family to deal with this disease head on.

I could be mad at the first doctor. I could curse him for the year my mother spent in her bed. We could have sued him, or slandered his name. But what good would it have done? Instead, I choose to be thankful for that doctor who bolstered her spirits, who found the right medications for me and who chose to be her friend as well as her doctor.

Years later, that doctor has passed on, but my mother still holds tight to his encouragements and will tell you her story and how this doctor saved her life.

As I look at my seventy-five-year old mother now, I think, “She is amazing.” She’s outlived some in our family who had better health than she has. She fights every single day against the doctor who said, “You have only one year to live.” And even when she feels weak, depressed or attacked by her own body, she still fights on.

And, for that, I am thankful.

(Want to read more about my awesome mom? Check out this blog post!)

Sue A. Fairchild is a freelance editor who specializes in substantial edits and Christian writing. Her editing credits have included a suspense/thriller series, a fantasy series and numerous other genres. In addition, Sue is also a writer who has been published in Christian devotion magazines, two Chicken Soup for the Soul books, as well as self-published two novels currently available on Amazon (“What You Think You Know” and “Summer’s Refrain”) and is currently working on a third.

Sue’s attention to detail and passion for good writing assists her clients in making their work shine. She’d love to talk with you about editing your next big project! Connect with her on Twitter, Facebook, LinkedIn or email her ( for a free consultation and estimate (max. 2 pages).

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Saturday Confession: I Thought I Was God’s Punchline

Posted by Julie on October 26, 2013 in encouragement, Julie Arduini, Life Lessons, Saturday Confession |

This has been a tough month. If it were only the government shutdown or healthcare issues.

But it seems so much more, you know?

My inbox has been fuller than usual with requests asking, “would you pray for me?”

  • There have been jobs lost
  • New diagnosis
  • Family issues
  • Relationship troubles
  • and more.

It wasn’t that long ago that I was in a season where the hits came coming. They were so fast, so devastating that as a pretty solid in faith Jesus girl, I was reeling. To the point of wondering if God had a punchline, and I was it.

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I learned a lot from that season, and the ones that have followed it. Earlier this week I was at Christians Read and I shared what my husband did to help me.

His answer may help you, too.

Do you have a confession? If so, share here. Let’s encourage each other. You are not alone.


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Character Confession: One Letter Makes All the Difference

Posted by Julie on May 5, 2012 in About Me, encouragement, God's Word, Julie Arduini, Life Lessons, surrender |

I thought I had a good grasp on compassion and understanding toward families with special need situations. Then we encountered seasons with our youngest where she was quite ill or not meeting developmental goals, and we entered the outer skirts as a family with unique needs.

We still don’t have the minute to minute, day to day circumstances that many families do, and how I wish they received more cards in the mail, prepared dinners at the door, and available ears and shoulders for those days a parent needs to vent. It is hard stuff and I don’t want to patronize.

We’ve had to re-visit this aspect of our lives a bit lately and I was overcome by the paperwork. The diagnosis or lack of. Coding. Evaluations. Outcomes. Goals. Therapies. Meetings. Reviews. I could feel the tears forming, not understanding why she has to go through these things.

Then my husband randomly said to everyone at the table, “Well we know God created her to be an overcomer.”

Hours  later, I heard nearly the same statement. Don’t forget–she’s an overcomer.

I did forget.

When I was pregnant with her, it was a promise God whispered to me. He made it clear she would be an overcomer. As I typically do, I put my own spin on things, assuming she’d skip the hard PMS symptoms I had. Nope, her test came early and hard. By three months of age she’d experienced a hypothyroidism diagnosis that wasn’t confirmed in a timely way. Croup that nearly killed her when she was prescribed the wrong medicine and wrong dosage. Breathing tubes and tents. Wires. Machines. Specialists. Diagnosis. Evaluations. Meetings.

And she overcame all those things.

I realized this week how one letter makes all the difference.

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I was overcome by the paperwork and conversation that was so business like and matter of fact. Over my head. Then I remembered, she is an overcomer.

What an a-ha moment!







If she can not just survive but thrive in her circumstances, why can’t I?


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A2Z Meme: Keeping it Real

Posted by Julie on March 23, 2012 in About Me, Julie Arduini, Life Lessons |

I’m late again this week, but here is the letter “K”—

Keeping it Real:

-I’ve never been to a Red Robin (yum…)

-I’ve never been to Columbus, Ohio

-I don’t really like fruity candy

-I haven’t read the Hunger Games books. (I want to)

-or Twilight

-or Harry Potter

-I made a vow never to make brussel sprouts for my family

-I’m still not over how our very nosy neighbor called the police on our friend with special needs not out of concern, but gossip. (I’m working on it, but in the spirit of being real, I am not there.)

Keep it Quiet:

-Please keep your gum in your mouth around me. Better yet, don’t chew it. The smell makes me nauseous and most people’s chewing makes me think of a cow chewing cud.

-If you have no plans to change your life for the better, don’t whine to me.

-See the potential, not the diagnosis. I could write a post on parents who gave their kids a true disability by limiting them.

-If your dog barks night and day outside without taking a breath, I think you’re mistreating it (and driving me batty.)


Keep it to Yourself:

-Your voice carries. When I’m at the $1 store I don’t need to hear your phone conversation 8 aisles away. Sadly, most of these seem to center around baby mama/daddy drama.

Keep Paying it Forward:

-Last year a family bought me a lilac bush after I wrote how much I missed mine when we moved, a bush my dad transplanted that bloomed for the first time days before he died. I think of that family every day and pray a blessing on them for doing such a kind thing.

-Move out of that comfort zone! One time I paid for a woman’s groceries simply because I felt the nudge of the Holy Spirit to do so. I was scared, we were (are) on a budget, and I had my own groceries to pay for. My husband said he was never prouder of me for doing it. I have zero regrets.



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