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9:30am, June 29, 2009
This morning my beautiful daughter who lives in Chicago called me and we had such a delightful chat. Currently a stay-at-home mom but trained as a bio-chemist, Ana is able to understand and even contribute to all we’re learning about this cancer. Before her two babies arrived, she worked in several labs researching cures for cancer and other dire diseases.
Then this afternoon my beautiful daughter from L.A., Elisabeth, who arrived yesterday in their motor home with her husband and our three grandchildren, came over. She quietly and cheerfully bustled about the house, bringing it into sparkling shape, while stopping now and then to visit with me. She just made us tall chilled tumblers of fruit smoothie, and as I sipped mine I also imbibed such a feeling of gratitude that I’m teary and almost speechless.
It’s been two days since I came home from the hospital. After five days in ICU and three more days in regular care, a dankness had crept over my soul. I attribute it mainly to the pain medicine, for I’m not only afraid of it but also experience extreme dryness of mouth and body. I know it’s necessary for this time of healing, but I so look forward to not needing it. Just now, though, as I drank that smoothie, I realized that the gratitude I feel toward my Lord, the doctors, my family and my Buffalo-prayer partners has overcome that hospital dankness.
Then this afternoon my beautiful daughter from L.A., Elisabeth, who arrived yesterday in their motor home with her husband and our three grandchildren, came over. She quietly and cheerfully bustled about the house, bringing it into sparkling shape, while stopping now and then to visit with me. She just made us tall chilled tumblers of fruit smoothie, and as I sipped mine I also imbibed such a feeling of gratitude that I’m teary and almost speechless.
It’s been two days since I came home from the hospital. After five days in ICU and three more days in regular care, a dankness had crept over my soul. I attribute it mainly to the pain medicine, for I’m not only afraid of it but also experience extreme dryness of mouth and body. I know it’s necessary for this time of healing, but I so look forward to not needing it. Just now, though, as I drank that smoothie, I realized that the gratitude I feel toward my Lord, the doctors, my family and my Buffalo-prayer partners has overcome that hospital dankness.
