we’re home. we made it. my dad’s first words to me, after surgery (after they took the tube out of his throat) were, “i made it.” and he did. praise the Lord. and i want to say that i would still be praising the Lord, even if dad hadn’t made it. thankfully, i don’t have to choose. dad keeps saying, “why me? why did God choose to spare me?” he’s amazed that God chose to protect him, and watch over…
thanks for all your comments and most importantly for your PRAYERS. it is around 5 pm east coast time. they just came in and said that my dad’s heart is “all back together”…they are waiting to see if it clots well and that it doesn’t bleed uncontrolably. we still have a couple hours. keep praying. this takes so much time. i praise God for Dr. Bavaria. i want to give him a huge hug. keep praying!! keep praying. thank you…
i am back in the computer room. johnny and i are next to each other again. i am tired. i think this is what extreme exhaustion feels like. it’s hard to describe. i went to bed around midnight last night…it was one of those nights where i don’t feel like i slept at all. i got up at 4:30 this morning. my eyes feel like glue. i went to lunch at the “spice of life” cafeteria . ok, don’t know…
it is now around noon. we all just trooped back from starbucks. i will be frequenting there a lot. it smells like “home” to me in there. it has a comorting aroma to me. right before we left, my real good friends, jen and m showed up! then, while we were at starbucks, tim and barb woodard came. we all have a big back room to ourselves. dad is undergoing surgery right now. it’s really weird to think about. he’s…
i have imagined myself being a writer from the beach- sitting next to the ocean, the breeze gently blowing wisps of hair around my face, the beach sprawled for miles beside me, the sun blazing miraculously above me, the story flowing from my pen…never have i imagined myself writing from THE SURGICAL FAMILY LOUNGE. there are three rooms full of chairs, a couple flat screen tv’s, a coffee area for family’s of surgical patients only, and a computer room, where…
i’m home. it’s emotional, but i’m where i belong. we leave for philly tomorrow afternoon. we will go to my aunt’s tomorrow night, have dinner, sleep over…and then be at the hospital by 6:30 am. it’s a fearful thought. mom says it’s a sin to worry or be afraid, and i would agree. fear is not of God. he says he does not give us a spirit of fear but of something else. ha. i can’t remember what that something…
You guys are awesome! Thank you to so many of you who have been praying for me so faithfully! I am comforted, and so encouraged by that. I am always in awe when some one tells me that they are specifically praying for me. The past several weeks have actually been a little rough. There are a lot of things changing in the lives of the people around me. As a result, it has left me feeling abandoned and alone…
hangin’ with my girls is good. so good. it certainly brings out my inner thug. bah haha!! seriously though, being with my girls is like being ME. no holding back. no regrets. no worries. no wondering what they think about me or what i said. they think i’m funny. they think i’m kind and sweet. they love me for ME. and the same with me. i think they’re halarious! they make me laugh. i love their stories. i love hearing…
hangin’ with my girls is good. so good. it certainly brings out my inner thug. bah haha!! seriously though, being with my girls is like being ME. no holding back. no regrets. no worries. no wondering what they think about me or what i said. they think i’m funny. they think i’m kind and sweet. they love me for ME. and the same with me. i think they’re halarious! they make me laugh. i love their stories. i love hearing…
i will be flying home in about a week and a half. i leave here on friday, april 21. most of my time “home” will be spent in philly at the hospital. i actually get to be back for 18 days which is a huge blessing!! my dad’s surgery is now scheduled for monday, april 24. i say this all the time to myself, and maybe even people, i don’t know…but i just can’t believe it. i just can’t. my…
