Well rats… we’re allotted a sentence of whining per month, so here it is:
Today is not the best of days (humanly speaking). Abby’s immunity is virtually zero; after a trip to post office to get the now predictable stack of medical bills and insurance letters, Abby’s fever went from normal to pushing 102 in less than an hour (and climbing still, fast). She was already quarantined; now it’s back to the hospital for immediate admission. Whine complete*.
Okay that was two or three sentences. Sorry. Give an inch, take a mile.
Michelle is on the way to the hospital. I’m holding down school, work, house and kids here. Same routine as the other 62 (literally) times. We covet your prayers that:
- The antibiotics will work. Kids with Leukemia don’t die from “cancer”… they die from secondary infections. That’s why these episodes are so serious and intense.
- Strength and health for the rest of the family so we can deal with this.
- Wisdom and alertness to handle all the details of hospital, medical bills, insurance and the rest of “life”.
Zero doubt. 100% joy.
*I honestly feel guilty about ANY whining... I know full well there are a lot of cancer families that are having a MUCH worse time than us, AND I know full well there are millions upon millions of people all over this planet living in misery. All I can say without guilt is: Lord come quickly.