Samuel woke up early this morning...and started the countdown to the minute of his birth...8 years ago. Then he proclaimed, "And NOW I am eight!"
I just called to see if Amy wanted to blog anything today, but at the moment she is talking on the phone to her wonderful friend, Deb Rose. Deb and her husband, Brian, used to live in Louisville several years ago. They were our very best friends. If I were talking to the Roses this evening, I would tell them that Amy is desperately scared. The docs have given her a very stiff dose of antibiotics, but as of this moment, her body temp is climbing once again. Her primary doctor told her he fears that this infection may be fungal in nature. I don’t completely understand all of the implications, except that we are shooting at this infection with our biggest guns, but it just keeps on coming. In her introspective manner, she shared with me today that if she had known she would lose her sight, she would have invested it more wisely in the things she read and watched: “What if I go completely blind and can’t read the Bible? I have to get more serious about memorizing.” This morning a do...
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Your last post was very touching in regards to both your father-in-law's and your own care for each other.
Happy Birthday to Samuel! He and Ty are very close in age (Ty will be 8 the end of November). This is a fun age!
I am sure you have heard about Mom's accident by now and the extent of her injury. She should be leaving Atlanta Thursday morning to head back to Fl to meet with the trauma orthopedic surgeon. Pray for everyone involved!
Sandi