What can I say? When it rains it pours.
I need your prayers. As you know, I'm still healing from the c-section. Lewis has been wonderful taking care of me and the kids allowing me the time I need to heal. Although the incision looks great, it is still painful. What has made things worse is that I have some chest congestion going on, which requires me to cough. You can imagine how painful it is to cough when your stomach has been cut open and you are trying to heal from that. Let's just say it hurts a lot. Not to sound like a baby, but it hurts to cough, laugh, or cry.
I called my doctor's office yesterday, explained my symptoms, and they called in a prescription for a Z-pack (antibiotic). I'm praying this clears it up and I am able to heal without the distraction of a cough etc.
Thanks for your prayers.
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I met your children at the mall last week. They were leaving their change for Roof Sit. Your son was telling me about visiting the hospital and the non-stop elevator. I asked him why it didn't stop. He said "It didn't stop at the babies anymore." The woman with them (I assumed grandma) mouthed that the baby had died. He took an extra ballon and promised to give it to Baby Joy.
Sharleen and Lewis...I had no idea all this had happened! I am so sorry and wish you all God's grace and healing! I have attached some other thoughts!
God Bless and take care!
Fusco
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the song that will never end.
I am the love of family and friend.
I am the child who has come to rest
In the arms of the Father who knows him best.
When you see the sunset fair,
I am the scented evening air.
I am the joy of a task well done.
I am the glow of the setting sun.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
~ Mary E. Frye ~
May the stars carry your sadness away,
May the flowers fill your heart with beauty,
May hope forever wipe away your tears,
And, above all, may silence make you strong.
Chief Dan George
Mrs O'B (Jones, sitll hard to get used to), I had no idea any of this had been going on even though I was just at aftercare last month processing my own grief over the recent loss of my best friend. Your strength and faith is inspirational as you face your greatest challenge. I've been glued to your blog for the last couple hours crying right along with you I'm sure. I wonder if you have considered publishing it to help others that have gone through similar experiences (CS comes to mind). I can never imagine the emotional pain you are going through personally but was by her side through her similar struggle. Even before this challenge, I assure you have already changed many, many lives for the better and we love you for it. On a lighter note though, I did have a c-section and in fact did catch a cold in the hospital. Coughing and sneezing insued and, yes, it's terrible. I think the worst part was knowing the cough or sneeze was coming and not being able to stop it. Anyways, MC and I are praying for you. We love you!
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