I was one of those kids that vomited a lot. We were never sure why but it would just sneak up on me in the evening and whammy vomit city
I have many ‘fond’ memories of my hair being held back, a cold cloth on my neck or my forehead and either a bucket or toilet in front of my face. Usually my dad was by my side as mom would be vomiting with me if she was in the room.
Now my mom is very sick from the double dose of chemotherapy she received on Monday. Very sick!
Today mid vomit, mom quipped, “Joanna, you are doing really well with all this!”
Sexy Neck and I had a good laugh at the two vomit-phobes weathering this together.
Mama, anything for you! Even cleaning up vomit.
For I can do everything through Christ, who gives me strength. (Philippians 4:13)