It is now the early hours of the morning and I just listened to an inspiring speaker say that “We all have and will have our ups and downs.” I just got in the bed to practice falling asleep and discovered it was not the time or place. I moved to my blog that is dedicated to my GirlMic Leslie. The butterflies carry some of the names who are prayer intercessors and I said I would count them as others count sheep. I have set a 03::00 goal to go again to bed but I thought it would be a good time to count the people who are helping me get through another day. I decided to double my words of thanks to the Lord Jesus Christ for the opportunity of another day to don my wings.
The definition I have chosen is, “ruminate is Figurative. to think or ponder; meditate; reflect.” Today I experienced a muted moment of prayer as I listened to a group of prayer warriors give praise reports and prayer requests. I have chosen to make this observation in response to the prompt: ruminate. I am working to […]
via Ruminated and Muted Moments of Prayer — WysJoyFul Company
Life’s trials seem to move slowly. One grows weary as they pass. But our lives are but moment, and not long, do they last. The tests that one goes through, we endure, and not succumb. But they are not worthy, to be compared, to the glory, that will come. *
via It Moves Slowly — Lantern Words I watched in pain as my daughter moved to the world of the unknown. I have spent the past year in pain but today the #Lantern Words are here to give the joy of the Lord’s promise and His words. To God be the glory.
After we celebrated Palm Sunday, our Pastor asked us to take the Palm leaf home and keep it until Resurrection Sunday. I placed it in one of my lamps and when I passed by, I thanked God for all trees in the Woods. I recently read a scripture in Titus 3:1-2 “Remind the people to be subject to rulers and authorities, to be obedient, to be ready to do whatever is good, to slander no one, to be peaceable and considerate, and to show true humility toward all men. I am remembering with #Gratitude the continued healing for our family trees.
Phyllis, my Ruth Circle Missionary leader came and left a sweet message (we are praying for you, Love) in Leslie’s journal. Today’s events included an x-ray, five doctors, Doug visiting and nursing care by Stephanie and Marquis. Dr. Andrews came as weekend Intensive Care and Dr. Mullins came in for Dr. Muir who is the hematologist. Dr. Threlkeld, Kraus and Dr. Shermer were also making rounds. Dr. Shermer explained that the the notes indicated pancytemic due to cytoxin and that her platelets were down to 31. These words disturbed me because it is what I have been saying for twenty-five days.
GirlMic is getting Blood and also Platelets. I see that GalVal has put a different head cover in place. This is a bond between two sisters who are both career “hair entrepreneurs.” I sit by the bedside and read the hymn, “All The Way My Savior Leads Me” by Fannie Crosby. John and Chrissie are her nurses today. Doctors and Threlkeld and Deaton are telling us that she has to be stronger and everything is on hold. It is now 14:40 and Skip and Bev are here at her side. This is our blessing that we have been waiting to come.
Today is a very difficult day physically and emotionally. Nurse Chrissie is here. Dr Kraus and his nurse Debbie is here. Brenda and Douglas called. It is now 3pm and we go back into the cold dark day of Leslie having to go back on the ventilator. She has struggled and is now requiring 2 units of blood and platelets. I am concerned with the dark stools and a distinct odor of GI bleeding. I ask about this change since she is requiring blood. I leave her with Greg, Robert and Valerie at 5:30 pm and I am praying for her restoration.
Today is a face mask day as we pray for Leslie’s continued progress after intubation. I wished I could see her smile but it is covered. I look into her big beautiful eyes as I talk to her about how happy we are to see the tube out. The lung doctor came in at 06:45 and Leslie was put on binasal oxygen and at last we could see her mouth. It was around 09:30 when I saw her mouth moving and I got close enough to hear her say, “I want to go home.” I believe it was her telling us goodbye.
I am thinking about some words I used as I remember our family having to pray for grace in our grief as we pinned words to honor Merceda’s memory. I wrote down monitor readings such as B/P = 149/104, HR = 115, Sp02= 99 RR=32. Leslie is being treated with antibiotics and antivirals. This is one of those precious three days when she was off the ventilator and we were all buzzing around her bed trying to hear the words she whispered and give her what she needed. The speech therapist did the swallow test and told us that she was not ready for food.
The highlight of our day was the calls and visits from two deacons, Stone and Anderson and one of Leslie’s friend and clients, Annette. I also talked to one of my WWOW guests, Dionne so it was not as long and lonely as the other days. Doctors came in and assessed her . One of the nurses who had cared for her during her early days was back. We were optimistic at 08:30 as they turned Leslie’s sedation down in preparation for the weaning trials. It was 10:00 when the RT said she was having difficulty breathing and again the weaning was unsuccessful.
I am praying and anointing her head, hands and lips with oil. It seems as if every day a new situation comes forward and hinders her healing. A new shift and a new nurse and we get new numbers of low platelets. My daughter comes to relieve me and I go home to rest. I call frequently and my daughter says the nurse is hanging her medicines, I get this call at 6pm telling me that Leslie’s nose is bleeding. I walk in to my first wilderness crisis and what I believe was the turning point to her wilderness experience.