I’ve had several of you mention how little I’ve been on lately… so here’s the scoop. The very short version.
Spent two days in bed.
Thought I had the flu. High fever. Aches.
My arm began to get red streaks all over it (this would be the arm from which lymph nodes were removed during my surgery)
Am in hospital.
I have a skin infection in that arm that can’t clear up on it’s own because there is no lymphatic system to fight the infection. I am running a high fever, taking IV antibiotics and should hopefully go home Saturday or Sunday.
So that’s where I’ve been.
How I’ve been, you ask?
Discouraged is an understatement. Doesn’t help that my Audrey cried when I talked to her last night because she doesn’t “yant me to be sick.”
Am breathing deep and begging for God glimpses each moment. Sweet Sarah sat with me last night until Bri could get home from DC and she squeezed my hand and said, “We believe His plans are perfect, but it’s okay not to understand.” I am believing… clinging to truth. I have nothing else to cling to.
We’ll keep y’all updated.