I got to her hospital room this morning and the first thing she wanted of course was for me to hold her. As I was holding her, Michelle was looking at this infection-thing on my arm (keeping my arm well away from Abby of course).
Abby said "Daddy, do you have a sore on your arm?"
"Yes dear, something is wrong with Daddy's arm but the Doctor doesn't know what it is".
"Are you going to get sick like me?"
Just tears your heart out. Abby worries every time someone else in the family gets sick. She thinks being sick means doing what she is doing.
"No, honey, Daddy isn't sick like you. I just have this sick place on my arm."
"Is the Doctor going to have to give you pokes too?" Abby asks referring to all the needle sticks and I.V.'s she routinely gets.
"No, precious, Daddy doesn't have to get pokes. I wish they could give them to me instead of you."
I look down into her eyes.
"You're the best Daddy."
I mean c'mon folks... if that doesn't twist your heart in a knot, I'm not sure you have one.
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I wanted to show you this "thing" on my arm to see if anyone has ever seen it before. I've had doctors, nurses and all my friends say the same thing, "wow, I've never seen anything like that." Not exactly what I was hoping to hear from the doctors.
Anyone ever seen something like this thing on my arm?
It's about the size of a dime, and has not changed color
or shape in four days. It stings a little, and itches. It started
with a little sore you can still see in the center.
Abby is a little more comfortable though she's on a lot of pain meds. She's pretty listless intermingled with ocassional moments of talking and wanting to get a toy or book.
We just saw the first canker sore (mucositis) on rectum. They'll begin to appear in her mouth oand private areas soon. Her G-Tube site on her stomach looks awful and she showing some symptoms that indicate the mucositis is about to flare up. She's really weak and her poor little legs just quiver when she tries to stand up. Michelle will write a post tonight and update you more specifically on Abby.
Those are index cards with Bible verses that YOU
sent to Michelle. She loves them. THANK YOU!!
This picture pretty much sums it up. You can
see the pain, the drugs and the weariness in her eyes.
Our Help is the Lord who is our portion and strength. We rejoice in our trials knowing that the testing of our faith purifies us for service and ministry to others, producing in us patience and compassion for His glory that other may imitate us as we imitate Christ.