Bill let me sleep in this morning, so I awoke to hear someone cracking icetrays in the kitchen. I began to be terrified lest it was Pamela having to take care of herself because her slothful Mom was sleeping! I called out her name, but no answer, so I’m thinking that since her voice is almost gone to a whisper that I couldn’t hear her. Anyway, I grabbed my robe, ran out of the bedroom, and there was my sweet husband tending to Pamela. What a great Daddy!
Pamela is so much better this morning. The pain is still bad, and the nerve block medication is gone, but she is way more alert, talkative, and even jotting notes for a housewarming party she wants to give to a friend next week. It is so good to see her eyes bright, without the grogginess of medication. She is in for a very hard week, since the PT hasn’t begun yet, but she is tough and determined.
Thank you all for your prayers. The Lord is good all the time, and it is so good to see Him caring for His child who happens to by your child as well.
Have a blessed day!