Seriously, it already felt like a Biblical affliction, and then, "but wait there's more..."
My IV, which was agonizing to get in place on the first night, stopped working and had to be redone. I honestly can't tell you how many times they tried and how many people it took (5?) to get the job done. The nurse said my veins went flat. And then there was the inability to sleep and the colossal migraine... and waiting hours and hours for Imitrex.
I was in so much anguish and pain that I couldn't feel God anywhere near me, let alone in me. I knew He was there, but I couldn't feel Him.
Eight types of antibiotics, two anti-fungals, one bag of magnesium, and four days later, I went home still at great risk. The list of things I can't do or be around is extensive. I've decided all I can really do is stay alive, smile, and let my family take care of me. (Thank God my parents arrived Friday!)
And then today my world unraveled again. But this time I was unraveled in a good way -- in a glorious, beautiful, momentous way. Today, my church shared
|We are so proud of Leah!|
I am still very sick and medically fragile. (Ya like my mask?) I got special permission to go to church and take part in the baptism. I begged the doctor, and because I'm equal parts relentless and irresistible, he finally caved. But he warned me about the next few days/weeks until my counts go up. So I guess I'm warning you, too. I may not be able to write much until I get better. God still has so much to say through this blog. The story is not ending here so stay tuned. And pray, pray, pray.
- My bone marrow to recover.
- My white blood cell counts to increase.
- That I can get an appointment and be well enough to get a port. (No more IVs!)
- That my caregivers are blessed with good sleep and good health.
- That I can rest and sleep. (I'm still having insomnia.)
- For peace and a smooth (no pun intended) transition as my hair falls out this week.
Until I'm out of the danger zone,
There’s more to come: We continue to shout our praise even when we’re hemmed in with troubles, because we know how troubles can develop passionate patience in us, and how that patience in turn forges the tempered steel of virtue, keeping us alert for whatever God will do next. In alert expectancy such as this, we’re never left feeling shortchanged. Quite the contrary—we can’t round up enough containers to hold everything God generously pours into our lives through the Holy Spirit! - Romans 5:3-5 (MSG)
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