A Fantastically Normal Day!

Our Picnic

It has been a while since we have had a "normal" day at our house. Some of my favorite memories so far of the kids are them running in and out of the house (which does drive me a bit crazy), running from one thing in the backyard to the next, making up games, laughing, and of course there is always SOME tears and tattling. I love those memories for them. I love how the time change, which brings more light, and the warm spring air, pulls the kids from playing in their rooms to playing outside. It seems like it has been so long since I have had the kids completely to myself on a weekday afternoon. I use to take this for granted...being able to watch and play with them was something I easily did. Things haven't been that easy for quite some time now. So today, was wonderful! The kids did it all and I got to watch and play along too! Swing set, sandbox, trampoline, TreeRings (a game my sister made up to play with them), running, playing, laughing. It was the perfect normal day! We topped it off with a picnic dinner, nothing special but the kids were excited. Jason was out of town tonight so we did miss him. I am so thankful that I get to be apart of my kids lives. They are such a blessing to me.

Isaac having fun in the sandbox

Ben playing on the swing set!

Elizabeth climbing on the swing set!

Isaac hanging out with his new pal, Loyal, and watching

Ben and Elizabeth on the trampoline!

Ben playing TreeRings!

...And some black and whites...because I am a sucker for them!

He loves his puppy!

She loves playing on the trampoline with Ben!

Look at that hair :)

Love it when he laughs...so contagious!

Has it really been a month?

Who wouldn't be THRILLED to come home to this guy???

 

Well its true! Yesterday marked one month since my resection. It is hard to believe, it seems so fresh. I am still overwhelmed looking back on everything and seeing how clearly God layed out everything for us and brought support to us. We are still receiving cards of encouragement...some from people we know and others from people we don't. I am still struggling with thank you not being enough. We have been so loved and so encouraged. Jason and I both pray that we will allow God to use us however we are suppose to be used and without holding ourselves back.

I am doing very well. Each day gets a little easier. It is soooo nice to be done with the crutches! It has been almost 2 months since that surgery. I am still in a boot for a couple more weeks. My foot is a little weak and still swells if I am on it to much but the pain is better and I am able to get around pretty well. As for my throat/breathing... I can now go up the stairs without becoming short of breath and make it through books when reading with my kids. I am still slowly increasing activity so we will see how it goes. I started driving yesterday which makes me both happy (freedom) and nervous. I am able to move my neck from side to side pretty well and it is beginning to loosen up when I nod up and down. I can't lean my head all the way back and I try not to turn from side to side to quickly. Part of it is nervousness and the other is that it is so tight. I am avoiding rush hour for now :) Hopefully I will be able to go for a massage sometime soon to help with some of that.

I started talking a few days ago. My voice is a little deeper than usual. The stenosis was 5mm from my vocal cords. I think it will probably become more "normal" with time. I can't really project my voice and my hoarseness comes and goes....all will improve with time I am sure. I still am restricted on cheering, screaming, singing...and so on. I never realized how much singing I do to my kids! Poor babies..lol, clean-up songs, washing songs, patience songs...they are all on hold for now :)  It feels strange when I swallow. Almost like my throat is moving up and down in an extreme motion. I did have Jason watch me to make sure this isn't the case! lol. It also still feels a bit swollen and I have to concentrate a little more when I swallow and my throat feels very dry most of the time. I try to keep water with me to help with this. The incision is looking better and better. The last part of the scab fell off a couple days ago. I am still having some deep tissue pain where the JP drain was but nothing so intense that I can't handle :) My energy level is improving and I can BREATH! I think my body had become quite use to a very dangerous situation....my body was use to living breathless to the point of me not even noticing it as much as those around me. Its scary. I am very thankful.

For my follow-up I will be sending tracheal series x-rays to Boston for Dr. Mathisen to review. I will do this next week. I have heard that you do this again at 3 months but Dr. M hasn't said that to me yet. Other than that I just take it slow, enjoy breathing, and listen to my body. My surgeon has a 95% success rate so I am very hopeful. I know this was a lot of rambling about how I am doing but I know that there are several others that have just been through their resections or are about to go through them and I hope that they can read this as a reference of what to expect.

Today is my first day completely on my own. I made breakfast ("made" is defined loosely ), packed Ben's lunch, dropped him off at school, attended a PTA meeting, went to Walmart, bought presents for B-day parties this weekend, picked up lunch, and just layed Isaac down for his nap (it is now noon). I am pretty tired so I will probably take a little break before continuing on with todays "to-do" list. I am so glad to be home and trying to get back into a normal routine. It is wonderful to be able to hug, hold, and laugh with the kids, to spend time with family and friends, and to be able to attend church again. I even made it up to the unit (neuro ICU) one night to visit with co-workers/friends. I am taking it slow but can't wait to be 100% again!!!

1 month ago!

Today! The difference a month makes! Love my Lizzie!

Home at Last!

We were able to come home on Thursday night. We just couldn't take being away from the kids any longer. We didn't tell them we were coming. They were playing Wii when we walked into the room. Ben jumped up and hugged me. He said its an answered prayer.."because I prayed you would come home early" (we thought it would be Friday after we weren't able to make the Tuesday date). His teacher told me the next day that he told her his prayer was answered as well. He kept it together but he looked like he could burst into tears at any moment. Lizzie looked shocked. She got up and hugged us and hasn't got far from either of our sides since. Sweet little Isaac saw Jason, said "Daddy" and started laughing and running around crazy :) It is so good to be home with them.

They have all three had lots of questions and concerns about my "ouchies". At first it was lots of looking at my throat incision and asking if it hurt. Lizzie has lectured me about all the things I am suppose to do and NOT suppose to do. She was also concerned because I am no longer having to use my crutches and asked if the doctor said that was ok. I love that little girl...she is typically not the rule follower of the house but she certainly knows how to boss everyone else into following rules! lol! In fact she just handed me my head pillow "to keep my head straight".  Ben has been telling all of his friends about my neck being cut. I laugh because of the motion he uses while telling them. It is like in an old movie when the villain looks at the good guy and does the "cut your throat" sign across the room. So funny! All of them are so tender with me and have each, independently came and cuddled up next to me declaring their love.."momma, I love you so much", "momma, I love you to infinity and beyond", "momma, I'm so glad your home". I of course, can't hug, kiss, and cuddle them enough. Jason and I have been working hard to reassure them. They are all three a little concerned that we are going to leave again.

Yesterday I was able to go to Benjamin's Jump Rope for Heart. He raised $130.00. Thank you to all who supported him. He is a great jumper! I am proud of his kind heart and how he really wants to help sick people. This is where I watched him tell his friends what happened to my neck. I was worried he would be embarrassed and asked him if he was sure he was ok with me going before he left for school that morning. He handled their questions so well. Sweet, sweet boy!

Today Jason took the kids for donuts in their PJ's. They love this Saturday morning tradition that had been put on hold. He also has an afternoon of bike riding planned with them. He is going to try to get Ben to ride without training wheels. Then hopefully, since I am still not able to participate in the action, we will have a movie night this evening and I will get some cuddling in :). Meme bought them a special movie to watch as she is here helping me.

A couple other things I want to remember are that I came home on Thursday to about 30 minutes of card opening. I can't believe the amount of people who have been there for us and prayed for us. It is still overwhelming to me. Some were from people I went to college with, some were from people from the church I grew up in, some from people I don't even know- from here or other places, some from church people here, some from family, some from friends...tons and tons of cards. Then yesterday, I got even more. You wonderful people! I have not felt alone a single step of this journey! Thank you so much!

This last picture is of Jason shaving. He started growing out a beard sometime in November when everything started unwinding for us. If you know my handsome hubby very well, you know it takes him a while to grow one. :) He shaved it just before we left Boston. He told me he thinks that he will grow it every year around that same time to remind him of what God has done for us. I love that man so much. I am so blessed to have him in my life.

Special People at MGH

I wanted to write a little about the different people in the hospital that God placed along my surgery and recovery paths.  We always pray for the doctors, nurses, and others caring for the sick. In this case I want to share their names and a little about them with you. I also wanted to write for myself, how I remember things happening. Hope you don’t mind.

Entrance to Mass General Hospital

The tallest building on back left is Ellison tower where I was.

Preop-

I can’t quite remember the preop nurses names. My time with them was very short. They took my vitals and asked questions about my health history. Don and Donna Millican, along with my parents, and Jason circled around my bed and read verses and prayed with me. It was very comforting and helped it set up a peaceful transition when they came to take me. What I do remember is that my preop nurse had been at Mass. General Hospital (MGH) for 28 years. She was very kind and reassuring that this was the place to be and that Dr. Mathisen was the doctor to be with. She had been there when Dr. Grillo was still there. He is the doctor that perfected this procedure and actually trained Dr. M. It was a comfort knowing we were finally at a place that I wasn’t the only patient with this…or the one in however-so-many that they had taken care of.

Off to Surgery-

I wish I could remember the name of the “host” as we call them at Saint Francis, I think they call them transport techs at MGH. He was a funny guy. We got to talk quite a bit. He had been in Vietnam and then served on the Boston PD as an investigator.  I want to say his name was “Don” or “Bob”. Something shortened. J He used to investigate corrupt police officers. He told me that a corrupt officer was worse than a bad guy off the streets a lot of time because they thought they were so far above the law. He had retired from that and decided and wanted to do something in healthcare. He had been at MGH for a while and nearly everyone we passed said hello to him. He told me he wanted to to write a book someday about all he had seen and done. I of course, encouraged that! Good for him! I hope he does it.

Next, he parked my stretcher in this tiny closet type thing. It was directly across the hall from what would be my Operating room (OR).  It was an opening in the wall, kind of like a little cubby with all sorts of “getting ready for surgery” things. That is where I met my OR nurse, Maura and said goodbye to “Bob”.  Oh, I loved Maura! She was young, super sweet, and explained everything. She spent a good bit of time talking to me about Dr. M, the surgery, what to expect, answering questions, and then just asking about me…marriage, kids, where I was from. I never once felt like a number or just a patient at MGH. I always felt like a person.  Maura, actually was in on my Bronchoscopy at the end of my stay at MGH as well. She skipped her break so she could go through that with me. So sweet! After Maura was done talking with me she introduced me to the resident anesthesiologist. This was another girl, she was probably a little older than me. Also super nice. I can’t remember her name sadly. I was getting a little nervous by this time. She immediately started talking to me like she had known me forever. I asked how she knew so much about me and she said “ I read your entire chart last night”. How’s that for feeling comfortable? I made me feel so much better. She placed my IV, did some labwork, and while we were waiting for the labwork to come back she placed an arterial line. Now, I have seen and assisted on dozens of A-lines being placed. NEVER, did I think I would be fully aware that one was being placed on myself.  She really did great and although I wouldn’t say it was “comfortable”, it really wasn’t that bad. After all that, I met the rest of the team (another nurse, the anesthesiologist, another surgeon) and we rolled into the OR. After a few minutes of getting all hooked up, Dr. M joined us. I can only remember them saying we are right here with you…and me saying “thank you, thank you” over and over and I guess I was out.

Waking from Surgery

Waking from surgery is such a fog and actually up until a couple days afterward my memories are the same. I remembered that Maura had told me I would only have a catheter if they were able to do the entire surgery.  So, with that, as I was waking up, I felt a little tug when they were moving me over to the stretcher. I knew that feeling, and I knew that they must have been able to do the resection. Next thing I remember was my neck being thrust forward and pillows being stacked behind it. That, and being extremely uncomfortable.

ICU

I remember voices in and out as I woke in the ICU. I can vaguely remember looking at a clock and it being either 3 or 4 something. Another indication that they must have been able to do the surgery.  I was so uncomfortable and had a newby  Jason was able to tell me more about how good to me she was then what I can actually remember. I am grateful to nurses who do an amazing job when they know that the patient will never remember what all was done for them.

Thoracic Floor

The next day I was moved to the thoracic floor. This is where I stayed for the remainder of my time at MGH. Each morning a crew of doctors and my nurse  (one doctor was one of the surgeons in on my case) would round on me. This would happen around 7:20-7:40. I was amazed at this type of teamwork and continuity of care. They met on me every morning and every one of them knew what had happened through the night or during the previous day, and they all had the same game plan.  Dr. M would come in around 2:30 later that afternoon.  I had many great nurses, Ashley, Joyce, Stacy, Kerri, Caroline, Jesse, Rick…all just names to you, but to me, I will always appreciate the time that they took to take care of me.

One nurse I have to mention specifically, her name was Nikki. She had the sweetest spirit. She spent much time comforting me when I was frustrated with myself or missing my kids. She spent time with Jason and my parents, learning about them. Sometimes, the time someone takes to be your friend is so special to you. It was like this with Nikki. She has only been a nurse for 5 months. She is a wonderful one. I did all I could to recruit her back to Oklahoma to work with me! J One day she sweetly asked me about Jason. She couldn’t believe that a husband would be that caring. Her words were “ it melts my heart to watch him with you”. That tells you a lot about my sweet husband as well.  She took good care of me physically and emotionally.

There is one other staff member I want to mention who meant a lot to me.  Typically tracheal resection patients don’t have anything to do with physical therapist. Since I was on crutches they were a little concerned with my balance since my head was stitched forward and they did not want me to pull on my throat area with my arms over the crutches. I first met Megan on a Monday. She helped me get up and walk “the loop”. This was the first time I made it all the way around. I was somewhat frustrated with myself as other patients were “looping” and passing me. She was so sweet and encouraged me that I was right where I should be. When we got back to my room my neck and shoulders hurt SOOO bad. She said she had been taking some classes in massage and she took time to massage my shoulders for about 15 to 30 minutes. She came back and did this for me on other days of my stay as well. I wish they would have massage therapy come in for all resection patients. I cannot even tell you how painful it is for your shoulders and neck. She was wonderful and took time to help me and encourage me. Things she didn’t have to do. Love her! She was another that I tried to recruit to Oklahoma J

Megan and I hours before we left Boston

Other help

I want to mention a few other people that were physically there helping me. Not staff, but family. My sweet Jason was so far out of his comfort zone but he helped me each time he saw an opportunity. He held my hand while nurses or PA’s took drains out or stuck me (something I know he can barely stomach). He helped me try to get comfortable, walk, clean up, and prayed and read verses with me. He was such sweet support. Mom and Dad were wonderful as well. That sat endless hours with me, walked with me, encouraged me, helped reposition me and helped me clean up. I am thankful to all of them. It can be very difficult when the person you are helping can’t verbally communicate and is so uncomfortable. They had great patience with me and I appreciate all that they did for me.

This is a lot of information but I want to remember the sweet people that were at the hospital with me. I hope if you are reading my blog that you are encouraged and see, as overwhelmingly, as we did, God’s hand in all that we experienced. Whether it be all those who weren’t with us but were praying or those who were with us caring for us, God is amazing, and was involved in each step.

Waiting To Come Home

We were discharged from the hospital on Friday around noon. We are back at the hotel as our instructions were to stay in town a few days just to be sure things would continue to go ok. MGH was such an amazing hospital. They told us if we get concerned about anything just to go up to the floor I was discharged from and a doctor will check me out and call my surgeon if needed. They have a million residents, PA's, Harvard students at that place. Ellison 19, the floor I was on, actually has a doctor on the floor at all times. When I developed my fever he was in my room within 20 minutes checking on me and I had an antibiotic running withing 30 minutes of being ordered. I will write more about MGH in the future I am sure. There are people I don't want to forget. :)

Things are very slow going for me. I am still having some trouble holding my head up since the chin stitches were cut. My head was in a flexed position for so long that the muscles are having a difficult time relaxing back to normal. I really have to concentrate on it and my neck gets tired very quickly if I have held it up for very long. I am also having some energy/endurance issues. Jason keeps telling me to be patient as I am still on crutches for at least another week from my foot surgery and my body has been through quite a bit in the last several months. Its hard to be patient. I am ready to be back to me :) I did however make it down the block to a little Italian place yesterday. Thank goodness Manicotti is a soft solid! It was delicious! I wasn't able to finish it off...seems my eyes are way bigger than my stomach these days. I wasn't sure I was going to make it back from that little walk..it did me in for the rest of the day. Today, we just went to a place across the street but then I managed to crutch around the block and back to our room. I think I am good for the rest of the day! It was great to get out and have fresh air. Poor Jason has been going to get food and bringing it back to me the rest of the time. He is so good to me! I tease him about being seen with me because I do get many glances... my throat cut and all...and then throw in the crutches. I am sure some good stories about what happened to me could be made up! If anyone wants to submit theirs please do! :)

My incision is looking really good and the swelling is starting to go down. They went ahead and gave me an additional week of antibiotics to be safe. I am suppose to limit my head movement for another 3 weeks. I keep forgetting to mention that we go to see my orthopedic doctor the day after we return home and hopefully that will end my 6 weeks of non-wt bearing. I am ready to be able to walk again!

This is the day before we were discharged. The red spots on my chest are 

from where the chin stitches were going into my chest.

Many have asked what post-op instructions I was given. Here are the ones I can think of:

• No driving for 3 weeks (can't turn my head to see)
• No lifting for 5 weeks
• Limited head movement
• No talking 2-3 more weeks and then work into it slowly (no cheering, screaming, or singing for awhile)
• Soft solid foods, introducing solids slowly

We are suppose to fly home on Tuesday afternoon and will be into Tulsa that evening. The kids will already be in bed. :( I am so tempted to keep them home from school on Wednesday. I miss them so badly. We have been able to Skype with them a few times, it makes me miss them even more. I know they have done really well without us and have been shown so much love. I think I may need to see them more than they need to see me :) Oh, I miss them! I am a little concerned because they have been coughing some and Isaac has had a runny nose. I don't want that to keep me from getting to be around them. Did I say I miss them?

That is all I can think of right now. I am a little anxious about leaving because I know that the doctors here know how to care for me if something were to go wrong. Dr.M must have known that would be a fear because before I left he said "I'm always a phone call away".  I keep thinking of all the verses on anxiety and worry. God really knows us! On the other hand, I can't wait to be home. To see my 3 beautiful kids, my family, my friends...and to be back at church. Thank you all again for your prayers and for following my blog. It is very encouraging to us.

Ups and Downs- but God is consistent!

Yesterday was mostly a good day but ended on a note that made me need to refocus. I have told my patients and families a million times that their stay is a marathon, not a sprint. That there will be good days and bad ones, and things can change in an instant. I have tried to comfort them in those moments of weakness. I know that all to be true but it is completely different when you are the one in that marathon or in a weak moment. I hope that I can remember these moments and take even more time for my patients and families going through these times. I know my encouragement for them will be focused differently from now on.

Yesterday started out with mom coming in and helping me get a mini shower and a sort-of hair wash! Sometimes the little things are really big. Jason came up not long after that and we all exchanged Valentines :) Throughout the day I walked (crutched) about 1/4 of a mile! I also spent most of the day up in a chair. These were big improvements for me! Before Jason left for dinner, we were able to Skype with the kids. Isaac kept trying to tell knock, knock jokes, Ben was being silly and was able to read the notes I wrote, and Lizzie kept giving hugs through the camera and asked if we could feel them. I miss them SO much. Also, my sweet friend Teresa had her bronch and everything looked great. I am so happy for her. She should get to start eating today and will be discharged this afternoon. My resection friend from California didn't fare as well, she will have to stay an extra 2 days. They were trying to change flight plans and I know it was getting expensive for them. That is on top of the normal upset of having to stay longer and be away from their kids. Please say a little prayer for them.

So going into last night I felt pretty good. Then my vein went bad. I had only had that IV for 1 day. The Vanco is so acidic. So then I got stuck my 8th and 9th time for IV access. The IV nurses keep telling me I am going to need a PICC line (a type of central line) that my veins are dying and that it will take about 9 months for them to come back. I still have 3 days/ 6 doses of Vanco left. Its a little thing but after being stuck a million times and knowing the process of a picc, it made me feel like I was going a little backwards. I have a very sweet nurse who tryed to reassure me that I am doing just what I should be and that this is day 5 and I am almost there. I love good nurses. I have had several of them. Mom and dad were here at that time and they of course were trying to comfort me as well. After everyone left I picked up my phone and had a "God's timing" text from my wonderful friend Niki. It had this verse:

"I know what I am doing. I have it all planned out. Plans to take care

of you, not abandon you. Plans to give you the future you hope for."

Jeremiah 29:11

That was followed by a text from my Jason that said "God has been shaping us for something. I trust that He will use whatever happens for good if we let him. Stay focused, your doing great, and I love you."

I am telling you, God has used so many people and things to touch me. It overwhelms my soul. I am not surprised. Just extremely touched that I matter that much to Him.

Today started a little off. They woke me at 4 for vital signs and lab work (more sticks :( I am black and blue with punctures up and down my arms). Then I got a new roommate about 4:30, so it was all lights on for that. Decided I would put my music on and blog. :) Thank goodness for earphones! Mom and dad fly out this morning. Please pray for a safe flight for them and easy transition back into normal life. I know they will be tired. Dad leaves for a work trip to San Diego on Saturday.

Thank you all for continuing to lift us up. Everyday we get so many kind texts. I feel your strength and it is such an encouragement to me. Thank you also to those of you who have sent pictures of our kids at home playing, at bible class, or at school parties. We love seeing them and know that they are being loved. It means everything to me.

I am going to end with another song. Sometimes just resting with the music it so comforting to me. Hope this one speaks to you as well. It is a beautiful song.

"Word Of God Speak"

I'm finding myself at a loss for words
And the funny thing is it's okay
The last thing I need is to be heard
But to hear what You would say

[CHORUS]
Word of God speak
Would You pour down like rain
Washing my eyes to see
Your majesty
To be still and know
That You're in this place
Please let me stay and rest
In Your holiness
Word of God speak

I'm finding myself in the midst of You
Beyond the music, beyond the noise
All that I need is to be with You
And in the quiet hear Your voice





Blessed Be Your Name

I am finally able to post again. Although my sweet, wonderful, amazing husband has done a great job! I am so thankful he posted things for me so I will be able to look back and remember. This will probably be a small update. I wanted to spend the end of this blog in praise and prayer. I am doing better daily. I do not have the endurance that I feel I should so that has been pretty frustrating at times. There is a loop around the nurses station and back to my room. They encourage us resection gals to walk as much as possible. It is hard. Jason said I get extra points for the added degree of difficulty of crutches. With my chin stitched down I can hardly see where I am going and balance is really off. More than that though, it is very tiresome, heavy and causes lots of tension in the back of your neck to have your head down like that. I didn't realize until Jason told me that the other resection patients are able to use their hand as they walk to support their forehead (or the front of their head). Since I am on crutches, all the weight is on my neck and there is nothing I can do to take that strain off. I do have to say I was proud to make 3 laps today and was able to sit in the Solarium for about 30 minutes. I will take it!
I am still fighting this stinkin' fever. They started Vancomyocin, a very strong antibiotic IV today. It is very acidic on the veins so I hope they hold up for me. The cultured everything last night and everything that is back looks good. We are still waiting on blood cultures. My WBC (infection count) is normal but my incision is more "swollen and red" then what they normally are at this point. I will have 4 more days of treatment. I am hopeful that this won't slow me down on getting out of here.

As of right now I have a bronch scheduled for Thursday in the OR. If everything looks good at that time they will cut my chin stitches and I can probably discharge to the hotel on Friday. I really look forward to eating again!!!! Tomorrow will make 6 days without food. I am so hungry...especially when my roommate gets to eat :( They won't allow me to eat till after the bronch.

The next few days will be trying to get rid of this fever, building endurance, and continuing to heal. I do want to add to Jason's talking about the sweet new friend that I was able to meet. We met on the facebook but meeting her in person was so special to me. We have been able to "visit" each day for a bit. We sit and write notes on our white board and notepad. Please add her to you prayers. I am so glad God placed us here at the same time. It has been a great encouragement.

We have been so overwhelmed with the love we have been shown and the people God has placed in our lives. The next little part is a song, a verse (I have so many but will just post one for tonight) and a prayer~ we never want to take for granted or forget what has been done for us.

 

 

Blessed Be Your Name

In the land that is plentiful
Where Your streams of abundance flow
Blessed be Your name
Blessed Be Your name

When I'm found in the desert place
Though I walk through the wilderness
Blessed Be Your name

Every blessing You pour out
I'll turn back to praise
When the darkness closes in, Lord
Still I will say

Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your glorious name
Blessed be Your name

When the sun's shining down on me
When the world's 'all as it should be'
Blessed be Your name
Blessed be Your name

On the road marked with suffering
Though there's pain in the offering
Blessed be Your name

Every blessing You pour out
I'll turn back to praise
When the darkness closes in, Lord
Still I will say

Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your glorious name

Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your glorious name

You give and take away
You give and take away
My heart will choose to say
Lord, blessed be Your name

Proverbs 3:3

"Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck,

write them on the tablet of your heart"

Father,
Thank you for pouring out your love upon my family and myself. For surrounding us with people of faith and love. I thank you for the way you have put us on the hearts of those who don't even know us and for how you have used those we do know. For all the prayers, texts, emails, cards, scripture, food, flowers, bears, help with our kids, money, people coming to Boston to be with us...and on and on. Lord, you know all that has been done for us. You put it all into action. I am overwhelmed with it all and so undeserving, Thank you for family, whether is be church, friends, or blood relatives. Thank you for my precious husband. You gave me more in him then I could have ever dreamed for myself. Thank you for placing us with the an amazing medical team of doctors, nurses, physical therapist and all the others along our path. Lord, please help me to always remember what you have done for us. What I have learned. Thank you for using this time to show me how my faith is suppose to be. Thank you for deepening my relationship with you. Help me to be wise and to share with others what you have done for me. Lord, let me speak clearly and confidently when I tell of all you've done. I pray for strength in the days to come. Thank you for giving us more then we ever deserve. In Jesus name. Amen.