After the last few days, I have several columns running around in my head. The delegate counts from the Iowa primary caucuses are small in statistical number. but large in implications in both political parties.

After the last few days, I have several columns running around in my head. The delegate counts from the Iowa primary caucuses are small in statistical number. but large in implications in both political parties.
I have a lot of opinions on a lot of topics that were discussed before, during and after. For this week’s column, however, I’m going to give those thoughts a rest and take the opportunity to reflect on 2015.
Last year at this time I was in a hospital room at M.D. Anderson in Houston, recovering from a nearly 12-hour surgery. I had a nice, little ileostomy bag that was my constant companion for the next couple of months and a host of other tubes running out of or attached to my body. On top of that, I had a nice pulmonary embolism that complicated things just a wee bit.
Eight days of “leisure” in the hospital was followed by a two-week stay in Houston until I could travel back to Neosho. Then came another trip to Houston to reverse my “friendly bag” and for follow-up scans. Two more trips for scans were in my future during 2015.
Melody commented that we spent so much time in Texas that we should apply for dual citizenship.
I guess I looked a little bit worse for the wear as several people have commented that I look really good now. Of course, I always ask them if they need to borrow my glasses, but they say, “Well, good for what you have to work with.” Thanks to my good friends, right?
The physical and psychological rehabilitation has been long and filled with ups and downs, hills and valleys. I feel that I’m pretty much back to 100 percent on the physical side, but the psychological part is a struggle at times.
Most of the time, I’m pretty positive, but then I want to have a little “pity party” and start worrying about things. I guess that is normal, but it doesn’t mean I like it.
When I have those times, God always sends someone my way to lift my spirits, even if it’s just people good-naturedly harassing me and treating me normal.
Last year was especially hard on Melody, because in addition to dealing with me, she also lost her mom and her dad in a short period of time. She has been amazing in the way that she has handled all of the stress. God truly blessed me when He brought her into my life 40 years ago.
Melody and I have talked a lot about the last year and the challenges we have had.  This last year is not one we would like to repeat. At the same time, it was a good year. As I reflect in the rearview mirror of the last 12 months, there are a lot of lessons I have learned.
We appreciate even more how much it means to have the support of friends and family in the bad times (and the good times) in our lives. I truly don’t know what we would have done without prayers, thoughts and deeds of those who walked beside us and, in many instances, carried us over our challenges.
We have learned that, as much as we would like to be in control of our lives, the only control we truly have is what God shows us through His love. I used to think that I was a pretty strong individual until I was humbled by how little I control. I also have learned that the load is much lighter when we acknowledge God’s control and lay our worries at His feet.
God’s plan for our lives is so much better than any we could come up with on our own, so why do spend so much time trying to convince Him that we know best? We just need to relinquish our stranglehold on control and trust God to watch over and guide us in all things.
I also have learned that as the immediate crisis or challenge fades, I tend to lapse back into old habits. When we need God the most is when we seem to be closest to Him. When we think we have things under control, we allow less-important things take precedent. See the previous paragraph for the answer to that quandary.
In the next few weeks, we get to travel back once again to Houston for follow-up testing and hopefully a longer span before we have to return.
With 2015 behind us, I hope that 2016 brings more enjoyable challenges. At the same time, I pray that we never forget the path that we have journeyed and the people who walked it with us.


Kevin Wilson writes a weekly column for the Daily News.