Just now, they took Cathy down to have a c.t. scan. We waited all day -- and at 1o:00 p.m., it's finally happening. We won't know any of the results until tomorrow.
As a pastor, I've visited hundreds of people in the hospital -- but I had no clue of the long endurance it requires to "wait" for the next step.
The doctor was concerned about a rise in Cathy's white blood cell count -- but the situation won't get any better by fretting.
Tonight, we prayed together and drew strength from Psalm 34.
She's really groggy right now. I think this might be a good time to get her to agree to stuff!
I am so thankful for good friends who took our children in -- Randy and Pam Young invited Luke and Wes to their place. Jeff and Roberta Jackson opened their home to Hannah -- and I'm staying free at Fairfield Inn, thanks to a generous donation of "lodging points" from Jeff.
Ryan is at home, holding down the fort. Pastors Heath and Loretta assured me that they would check in on him and make sure he doesn't starve.
Adam is at college in New Brunswick, and we've had limited communication thus far.
Tonight, I am exhausted, but thankful -- for a good God, good friends, good kids, and a good wife -- who stays a classy lady, even when loopy with morphine.