My mom has had her pain and nausea under control for the last two days.
On Friday, she was moved into a private room on the women’s and children’s floor in the new hospital tower. It like a hotel compared to the hell hole she was in before. (Sorry I have racked my brain and I can’t think of another descriptor for her four person room in an incredibly busy ward.)
I am starting to move out of flight and fright status or “game face” as my sister and I call it. I feel my body relaxing. I am feeling my body again. Man I am hungry.
The exceptional nurses on this floor have everything under control. Our amazing angel Dr. Daniels has been checking on mom. Yesterday she visited three times.
Moms blood clot in her lung is dissolving, her bowels are moving and she even walked down the hall today.
My boys feel loved surrounded by all their cousins, aunts and uncles even though their mama is at the hospital many hours and is a tad bit distracted and teary.
God is good.
But none of this makes sense.
We continue to live in shades of grey, but I continue to reach down into the roots God has established for me in His word and with my family and friends.
” And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love,may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.”
Bring on the chemo.
May we all know the fullness of God and just how wide, long, deep and high Christ’s love is.