A Good Day

Today was a good day. Visits in the morning and afternoon from good friends. And an afternoon-long cuddle with my big girl, watching “Emma” (the newest PBS version—great one!). Last night was hard—lots of nausea and heartburn—but today was better. I ate, drank, peed (lots and lots), and generally felt better in both spirit and body.

The hospital is beginning to muffle since it is evening, but the hums remain. The floor never sleeps. I want to begin reaching beyond my boundaries, but am a bit unsure how to do it at the moment. I think the shock is beginning to wear off, but the reality of the duration remains. I keep the mantra in front of me…this is a curable disease with an incredibly long treatment. I am so grateful for the prayers of His people. In fact, I have never been so grateful. On the card I received from a good friend today is a verse from Psalm 18:2: “The LORD is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge. He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.” Amen