Today was rough. It was a 'footprints in the sand' day. This is a copyrighted poem.(Google it)
We got thru it because we were divinely carried thru the tumult.
We are finally home after a full day of care. We have round the clock infusers, new pills, and a probable bug Deb is fighting as she is without an immune system. She is having freezing spells quickly shifting to take it all off sweats.
Today we shared the cluster with the Turkish family. They are very nice. The father is in the oriental rug business. The mom is a pharmacist. The son is jeweler. They live in Istanbul.
Here is a poor photo. Dad is the patient. The son is the translator.
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Thankful for a Father who will carry you.
ReplyDeleteMay you feel His presence. Praying. Em