My feet were doing a “happy dance” while I underwent #6 round of chemo. Sad to say, I had to remove my dancing shoes this week. I did not get better with each passing day. With the work week approaching I called the emergency number and was instructed to go to the ER. My sweet neighbor, Holly drove me. What I thought would be a few hours turned into six as she waited with me. Finally, a decision was made to admit me to the downtown St. Luke’s. I was taken by ambulance from the Meridian St. Luke’s to downtown St. Luke’s. Next time (hopefully there won’t be a next time) I will go to the downtown ER and save myself an ambulance ride. Ethan was excited because now his grandma was just like he and Lance. Both of my oldest grandchildren have experienced rides in ambulances. My ambulance attendant was a young woman who had graduated from Parma High in ’94. We had a nice visit on the way. By the time I got to the hospital my kids were all enroute to be with me. I had let them know I was in the ER but I really thought I would be sent home and not be admitted.
I have several issues going on and I have not been told when I will be released. Needless to say I am grateful to be here. However, I am not well enough to receive visitors.
My goal was to feel good enough to celebrate Todd’s birthday on the 14th of September. My kids are always kind and we will move to plan B for a birthday celebration. I also have another birthday celebration on the 22, my great nephew, Jayden’s first birthday. We have not been together since Easter. October brings Ethan, Michael, Paige and Kristy’s birthdays. Families and birthdays; that is what I love.
In my first blog I spoke about feeling close to God like a mountain top experience or feeling like God is very far away; looking up from the floor of a very dark valley. This illness has tested my faith. I don’t understand how others can go through something like this and not reach out to God. This much I do know; where I am, God is also. Please continue to lift my family in prayer.