“May the force (fourth) be with you” – Sorry – Star Wars joke!
Today I ventured out on my own, it wasn’t so bad. I went to see my parents first – I haven’t seen them since before my hospital stay. I’ve spoken to Dad a few times on the phone – explaining things as best as I could without getting too emotional. My mom has such short-term memory loss I don’t know what she knows. I break down as soon as she says, “How are you doing?” A simple question but coming from my mom brought me to my emotional knees and I am her baby again, her middle-aged baby who just desperately needs her parents.
Through tears I share with them the events of each day of the past week along with sharing each day’s passage from the devotional. I know my dad will understand as he has been brought to the brink of death four times…But God!!!
Next, I go to the hospital where I work to see my co-workers and to print off needed medical leave paperwork. My co-workers are a beautiful group, mostly women with the exception of one male social worker. Supportive people who are praying for me. I don’t know for me work wise. I suppose some of those answers will come when we have a better understanding of how fast my lungs will deteriorate. Another bridge for another time.
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