And praying for larger ones.
Today Susan and I had a pretty good day. She completed a 6 course radiation treatment to her left hip and had a inconsequential visit with a oral surgeon who dismissed our concerns of mandibular necrosis. We haven't quite decided if we believe him or not as she still has symptoms including chin and lip numbness and her teeth still feel strange. We are still wondering if this is the 'duck' disease or not. "if it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and walks like a duck, it must be a.... duck". In any event, the doctor didn't see anything fowl going on. Ok, I know that is a major pun, I just can't help it. So we are going to wait and see.
We went to Olive Garden for a mini celebration dinner and then picked up the 2 year old and brought him back to "amPEE's" for a nap. Tan proceeded to eat a half carton of raspberries and climb repeatedly onto the kitchen countertop that he thinks is his perch. Why is it he understands "no" only in a uni-directional way? From him to us and not the other way around. Speaking of Tan, yesterday morning he climbed into our bed, elevated the head of it and settled in to watch his favorite Little Einstein video on the television. When I wandered in to check on him, he pointed his finger towards the door and instructed 'go'. I was being kicked out of my own bedroom.
This weekend marks the exact two year anniversary of our sudden and terrifying trip to Colorado Springs when Susan was admitted to the hospital for the then undiagnosed problem that turned our lives upside down. On that Friday night after work, we hurriedly threw some clothes into an overnight bag and caught an early flight out of Tampa the next morning. We didn't know it would be this way then, but Paul has not slept a night in our Florida home since that fateful night that we came for a weekend and stayed for a lifetime.
Two years later Susan is still going, some days stronger than others, but still going. We have loved, laughed, traveled, and lived. We are still dreaming, hoping, and praying. God is still in charge, still on His throne, and still in the miracle business.
Here's to the next 24, and the next, and the next.
2 comments:
Isn't it amazing how those "phone calls" can change our lives completely...and at that particular moment we can't imagine how we will survive such news, but somehow God envelopes us with His marvelous grace and carries us through. We stop and thank Him along the way for the small miracles, and continue to pray for the big ones...trusting Him all the while...and enjoying the blessings of 2 year old grandbabies eating raspberries and ordering us around...and praising God for the pleasant interruptions...Yes, I understand...and I pray for you and your precious family daily. Somehow God brought you into my world, and even though you are far away, you are in my heart and mind. Thank you for being so transparent.
You are an awesome writer, a gift-giver of truth.
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