"Mom, Papa had a small piece of chicken and a bite of pear."
"Mom, I am sending his favorite TETSU ramen."
"Ma'am, I bought Sir Tony a small speaker for his phone so he can listen to Elvis."
He went off the oxygen tank for 30 minutes.
He sat on a chair for 30 minutes.
He asked to see Adrian on a video call.
He asked for a cheeseburger and took one bite.
His doctor said he can eat anything he wants.
He wants to know if the fire in California has finally stopped.
He wonders if there is good progress in the war in Gaza.
He thanks every orderly and nurse who fiddles with his medical attachments.
His three sons communicate almost every hour online.
His doctors have a GC, where they discuss his condition.
Each one is a milestone, grace delivered to our hospital room with a view. It's day 15; we are grateful that the Lord continues to hold our hand. We bow to His will.
Mother Teresa was the watcher last night and put all my and son #3's mess in place. She cleaned out the fridge of left-overs, arranged our closet, and sorted our laundry.
Friends and family have been messaging/calling non-stop, encouraging and praying. They ask, “How is he doing today?” but I cannot update them all. Hopefully, this post will, for now. One day at a time.
We are sorry not to receive any visitors, but that is his doctor’s order, not ours.
“Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:6-7 NLT
2 comments:
By Jesus' stripes, he will be healed!
Thank you so much for the encouragement.
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