After several weeks of doctoring and finding the lymphoma was wrecking havoc with my system, I spent time in Mercy Med Center in Sioux City getting relief from the incessant pain, a bone marrow test on both hips, and spinal tap that thankfully showed no invasion of cancer cells. That is exceptionally good news because now I can use my own stem cells for a transplant later in the summer.
I've been struggling to put down all the blessings Bruce and I have received from God, family, friends, garden club and people we don't even know are praying for us. I'd like to list each one but it's just too daunting right now.
From the box of Sherri's Berries to a sunny box of 'sunshine' from two dear nieces, from the wonderful nurses to the little Hispanic man who cleaned my room at the hospital the last day, asking if he could do anything else for me and that he would be praying for me.
For the food that really hits the spot and a chuckle from an iphone picture of a little girl's bare footprint in the dust from her Grandma's floor.
I'm finding I can ask for help instead of waiting for someone to read my mind what I need and that it helps not only me but the giver. For the friend who planted flowers so I can have food for the soul to the neighbor father and daughter who mowed and trimmed the 'hay field' in our yard while Bruce was burning the candle at both ends in the field.
I'm so grateful for my oasis in the backyard that has lowered my blood pressure from the upper 180's when I came home to 118 at my dr. visit yesterday. And for my wonderful nurse, Monica, who never lets me cry alone. And I honestly don't know why I want to cry, we get upheld on Angel wings every day.
I hope you all see yourself in this heartfelt missive and I live for the day when I, too, can return a fraction of the blessings we are getting each and every day.