Evening post- Day 137 Second day on the 12th not too bad. Stones therapy sessions were pretty good. He has felt well and laughed a good bit. His Blood pressure has been up a little but blood sugars are down. We took a tour of the rehab unit today . We are so ready to be there . The days are very structured and we like that concept. It is tough not knowing from minute to minute who might walk in the door with news that your whole plan for the day has changed. As I am writing this I sit beside Stone as he goes through dialysis treatment . We are once again in uncharted territory with fluid removal and we just really got over the last episode. Please Pray hard that we are not going to have a repeat performance. Something else happened today that really began on my second or third day here in Texas. I was by myself because Amy was at home with the other two children and attending the funeral of our friend. When I was walking to the waiting room early one morning for a cup of coffee, I walked by a lady standing in front of her childs door talking to PICU doctors. I could tell they had come in over the night. I always make an effort not to look at people or into their rooms, even though in this PICU its very tight quarters. So not even trying, you are forced to over hear or see more than you want. I felt her emotion has I walked by and I felt her pain and I saw that bottom lip shake in fear. I knew where she was because I had been in those shoes. As I wiggled through her and the group of doctors, I closed my eyes and said a prayer. Lord be with that woman and her child. I went on my way with my own problems; but the visual of the redness in her face and that tear hanging on that check stayed with me for several days. Later, I saw her crying and in distress in the waiting room as I walked by. I stopped for a moment and wanted to do something but kept walking. Finally a few days later I saw her and her husband in the waiting room again . I stopped and told her I was praying for them and their child. The look on her face was hard to describe but I could tell it touched her. She smiled and thanked me. I didnt see them again until about two weeks ago. They were all smiles and remembered me. It was a quick conversation as we stood at the elevators waiting to go in different directions. They told me their child was better. Today has I walked by the entrance to the rehab unit, I saw that they were packing up leaving headed for home. I thought prayers answered for this child! It looks like the bed that has opened up in rehab for Stone was theirs. I was reminded of the old saying, The Lord works in mysterious ways. Train keeps on a rolling and rolling !!!
Posted on: Wed, 05 Nov 2014 23:31:54 +0000
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