Wednesday, October 16, 2013

I've Been Blessed, I've Been Loved, He's Been Glorified

October the 9th arrived before I knew it. October 10th was even closer.

I think I was dreading this day more than the surgery itself.

I started out my day as normal at school with my co-workers and my morning kiddos. I raced around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to make sure all of my I's were dotted and T's crossed for the long term sub. 3 1/2 hours flew by and it was time for me to come home and begin preparing for my surgery the next day.

As I was preparing to leave I walked through the hall between our wing and the front office and the thought crossed my mind, "What if things go wrong? What if I never walk these halls as an employee again?" I was crushed instantly with emotion. Thank goodness for my sweet friend Yvette's interception and her voice of truth amidst a mess of emotions. Her gentle reminder of God's promises was exactly what I needed in that moment. I was ready to move forward although I was still feeling very consumed with anxiety and fear.

You see, I have a deep desire to have control over most area's of my life. This time I didn't have that option. I had a plan for my family, FBC and for my classroom but that was about it. I shared my anxiety and fears with Dr. W at my pre-op appointment and he told me that ultimately he would have a very detailed plan (that he shared with me) and that it would be discussed with the entire surgical team.  In my heart I knew all along that the plan was all in the hands of God. Why couldn't I grasp that?

I began taking the colon prep at 1:00 and the first round of antibiotics at 5:00. Thankfully my afternoon was accompanied by my dear friend Lynn and her son who came to help me with the little man and our ABA Therapist who was here to work with Clark. Breezy and my Papa arrived at 5:30 from Denver and by 6:00 I was so sick to my stomach that I couldn't even stand straight. I went to bed at 6:45 and slept until 10:45 when Breezy woke me up long enough to take my 2nd round of antibiotics. At 3:00 a.m. I woke up from a dead sleep and began dry heaving. I had not eaten anything solid in 48 hours and in the last 12 hours I had done the colon prep so my stomach had only antibiotics left. I spent the next 2 1/2 hours on the floor of the bathroom begging God to just let it pass so that I could take a hot shower and make it to the hospital by 6. My stomach finally settled and we made it to Evans just before 6:00. As pulled into the parking lot it hit me again and then I felt good as new. That was rough. 

I arrived at General Surgery at 6:15 and they took me right back into the pre-op area. I was ready to go by 6:45. Our Pastor was with me while Wes took care of getting the little man to his WONDERFUL sitter. Dr. W came in and shared with us that he was very nervous about the operation. He had gone to bed early and was ready for what he thought to be a 9 to 13 hour surgery. He said he prayed that God would give him slow and steady hands. Pastor T assured him that he and his team were being covered by a multitude of prayer warriors. He was ready! Dr. E came and finally Dr. B around 7:15. I was in the OR by 7:20 and surgery had began.

At 11:40 a.m. Dr. W walked into the waiting room where Wes had been waiting to let him know that he was done. Wes was shocked. It had not been 9 hours. Dr. W proceeded to let him know that what he found once he was inside was a miracle. 5 masses instead of  3  and my ovary had been removed and surgery had gone much better than anticipated.

* My left ovary and it's mass had been removed successfully but not before finding another mass on the tube. My ovary and tube had adhered to one another. Thank goodness the plan was to remove it anyways.
* The mass on the top of my bladder presented itself well and removal was simple. There was also another similar mass on the left side that was removed as well.I did have to have temporary stints inserted into my bladder but they were removed before I left the hospital.
* The mass on my rectum gave Dr. W quiet the surprise. I shared with you all last week that the mass had secured itself to my rectum and a small portion of my bowel. It was also sitting right on top of very large blood vessels and nerves that control rectum and bowel functions.Well...when Dr. W finally made his way to the mass it had shifted and was no longer sitting on the side of my rectum but on the top between my cervix and rectum. Still attached in the same locations but no longer sitting on the blood vessels or nerves. Dr. W. was able to remove the mass easier than anticipated and my bowels and rectum received no damage at all. My colon did have a few lesions that will heal in time but nothing of too much concern. My intestines made surgery a little more difficult because they were swollen and inflamed...which tends to be normal for me.

In all, surgery was remarkable and all of the biopsies returned benign. The masses were indeed Endometrioma's caused by Endometriosis (that I never knew I had). I am reminded of just how blessed I am to have my 2 boys that's for sure.

My stay at the hospital was an adventure.I'll share a story or 2 just to humor you.

* After I got to my room I told Wes I felt like I was wet from the waist down. He kept assuring me that I was not and that it was probably the meds. This went on for almost 2 hours. FINALLY I was awake enough to look under the covers myself. I WAS WET. My catheter had been punctured some how and the stints that had been placed had disconnected from the catheter and were also leaking. My bed was soaked. SOOOO not even 3 hours after surgery I was up, catheter removed and out of the bed sitting in the chair. Hey, atleast I got to put on one of my own gowns instead of that ugly hospital thing.

*The next day at shift change I told the nurse that I was having some problems with my eyes. They hurt horribly but not a dry like hurt. For several hours I thought I was seeing double. I kept telling Wes I was and he just laughed it off. I tried reading for several hours off and on with no luck. Looking at the t.v. proved to be just as difficult. When the nutritionist came in around 11 she had 2 sets of facial features and I knew for sure something wasn't right. I called the nurse. He came in and I told him I was seeing double. A short while later he came back and asked if I needed to see the Chaplain. WHAT? My response was "What the heck is the chaplain going to do formy double vision?" I was furious. This guys thought I was nuts. I asked for another nurse. Shortly after Dr. W came in and said he thought I was hallucinating. NO, I was sure that I was seeing double. He said he understood but if I was "Seeing the Devil" that was something different than double vision. I was dumbfounded and quickly corrected him. He had been told  by the little Philippino nurse that I was "Seeing the Devil". We all had a good laugh, especially Stacey and Yvette!

Recovery has been slow but I feel like I am making good progress each day. My Papa is still here for a few more days thankfully and Breezy has been off of work. We've had dinner brought by each night and it has been delish! We have had a ton of FB messages, calls and visits and we appreciate them all.

I leave you with this and I hope you are as blessed as I am today! Take a look-see!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-AQL8Zk2sOk

Sunday, October 06, 2013

Since Everyone Has Asked

It has been way to long since I last sat down to write. July 2012 seems like forever ago. I got caught up in Breezy's deployment, raising 2 boys, working 2 job and just living life until our Breezy made it back home safely. 

I came here about a month ago and just couldn't seem to make sense of my words. I am going to try again tonight.  I have something on my heart and on my mind that I need to share for my own good.

In May I went in to see my OBGYN because I was continuing to have pain in my lower abdomen as I have been for MANY months.While I was there we discussed many possibilities. It could be IBS. It could be cyst on my ovaries. It could be an unhealthy cervix. It could be a blockage or tear in my intestines. It could have been many things.Dr. B ordered labs, said she would call with the report and said she would see me again after our family returned from vacation in June.

*Let me go back to November of 2011 when this all started. I began having pressure and pain in my lower abdomen that was like having a baby...but from the wrong end. I told the Drs. this over and over again. I visited the ER for 4 months in a row and each time the problem seemed to be my left ovary. It always has a cyst or 2. Finally in January 2012 after a follow up visit with my PCM he ordered a colonoscopy for February. My PCM received the report a few days after and called to let me know that everything looked pretty good. I did have a tiny blockage in my intestines, but not enough that it would be causing so much pain and pressure. Here I am, thinking I'm nuts.

These "flare ups" have continued since then. They make me MISERABLE.

In June while our family was on vacation in Alabama the pain struck again and it struck hard. I was miserable for 2 days before I decided I needed to see the Dr. for pain meds since I had not brought any with me. Again, I wasn't sure if I had a bladder infection, an inflamed ovary or if my intestines were tied up in a knot. All I could tell the Dr. was that I felt like I was having contractions from the wrong end and that my insides were like a train wreck. Pain level at a 10. The Dr. ordered more labs (like always) and a CatScan. As alwayys my left ovary wasn't looking so good but according to him everything else looked normal. UGHHHH! Feeling like a nut...again.

We arrived home from vacation at the end of June and I had already scheduled a follow up with the OBGYN. I had touched base with her while on vacation because of the labs that she had requested. She knew then something else had to be done. I went in to the appointment, nothing new, but a lower abdominal CatScan with contrast was ordered. This made number 3. Because of the new insurance policy and referral system at our hospital on the Fort it was the beginning of August before they could get me in.

On August 8th I drank 2 bottles of that nasty contrast and then I went in for the CatScan. About 1/2 way thru the nurse came out and asked if the Radiologist could have permission to go back and look at the reports from the previous scans that had been done and my colonoscopy from 2012. Sure, why not. The procedure was completed and I came home.

On Friday, the 9th, my cell phone rang and it was another Dr. from the OBGYN clinic not Dr. B. She had received my CatScan report and had news that should not wait. I was a little taken back that she had called already. The nurse from radiology said it would be 7-10 days. She reported that I had a "periorectal abscess" that would need to be removed. She had already put in the referral to General Surgery. General Surgery called the same afternoon and scheduled my appointment for 2 weeks out with a P.A.

On August 26th I went in to see the P.A. and she stated that because of the location of the "mass" I would need to see a surgeon. She also told me that I had a mass on my left ovary that did not resemble a cyst and a spot on the top of my bladder. Her bedside manner was not the best and I left the appointment with very little information and a bit frustrated. Now, I was going to wait again.

About a week later she called again to let me know that she had spoken with the Chief of Surgery and I would need to see the OBGYN, Urologist and that the Chief of Surgery himself would be taking my case. She asked me to just be patient that they were sorting everything out. I still had very little information at this point. The P.A. and I had several phone conversations over the next 2 weeks and I became more and more frustrated that nothing was moving. I am no good at waiting.

I did finally receive a call from the Urologist and scheduled to see her the very next day. While at my appointment she showed me the images from the catscan. Indeed, there were 3 masses. The mass on my bladder is sitting at the very top and is about the size of a lima bean. My left ovary is enlarged and the mass on it is about the size that the ovary should be. At this time she told me the mass on my rectum was large, but no comparable size. She asked me again to be patient. She was going to contact the Suergon and the OBGYN and get things moving quickly. She did as she promised and 2 days later surgery was scheduled for Oct. 10th. Keep in mind lots of information but still a small understanding of the severity.

I made an appointment for Pre-Op with all 3 Drs. Urology and OBGYN were both simple. Dr. E's and B's parts of the surgery will be a breeze. My left ovary will be removed which makes me feel so much better. Eliminating one of the main causes of my discomfort. FINALLY. *I had a partial hysterectomy in 2010.

About a week later I walked into the appointment with the COS feeling very positive. Anticipating a short and sweet meeting. Dr. W. came in and sat down and asked if I understood what was going on. I thought I did. I was wrong. I asked him to give me a visible comparison of the size of the mass. He held out his hand as if he were holding a ball. The mass on my rectum is now bigger than a tennis ball. Unfortunately it was seen during the colonoscopy in 2012 and when my PCM read the report somehow he missed it. That was 1 year and 8 months ago. It was just under 2 cm's then. Had it been removed at that time it would have been a very quick and simple procedure and I would not be in the place I am in now. The mass has secured itself to my rectum and a small portion of my bowels. It is also sitting right on top of very large blood vessels and nerves that control rectum and bowel functions.

This week, Thursday, I will undergo what could be a 9-10 hour surgery. All 3 Drs. will be involved. Dr. B and Dr. E's procedures will be first and then Dr. W. will do his part. They will begin with laproscopy but Dr. W is anticipating that he will have to open me further to do a hand assist. He told me that his portion of the surgery will require him to be very slow so that no additional damage is done. My incision will be vertical and could be as long as 10 inches. There are many unknowns that are associated with his part.We won't know anything more until he actually gets into my abdomen and starts working. A temporary colostomy is very possible. We will wait and see.

I asked him if he thought that these masses were cancerous and he told me that he would not tell me yes or no. He said that he would know more when he gets them in the bucket. They will go to pathology and we should know more within 4-7 days.

I will be admitted after surgery for 4-5 days and possibly longer if more procedures are required, which is likely.

I am so thankful that Breezy will be taking leave and that my Daddy is coming from AL to be with us until further notice. Clark and Carsen will be in great hands with Daddy, BoBo and our wonderful sitter Tashy.

This is very rambley and scattered and might not make a lot of sense. Its off my chest now thank goodness. I have been very private with what has been going on with most everyone except my family and closest friends. This has been a lot for me to process in the last few weeks and I am a nervous wreck. The wait has been ridiculous and the closer it gets the more I begin to worry.

Your prayers would be appreciated.

Grace for Tomorrow,
Mrs. B.



Saturday, July 28, 2012

Here Comes the Rain

You know they say after the storm comes the rain.

Last night I poured myself out over the scriptures and in words and in prayer and man it felt good.

I wrote a blog that took several hours. It felt good to get it all out. I worried I would offend someone. God reminded me...It was my heart.

I worried my husband when he read it this morning.

I explained myself as best I could. Thankfully he understood.

I think God was preparing me for today. In all of its craziness. He knew I needed to be refreshed.

I woke up at 9:15 a.m. in a complete tizzy. Why had I slept so long and where were my children. Not in bed. I found them both on the couch, watching toonies and eating ice-pops. I wonder how long they had been up and why they had not woken me up. I guess they knew mom needed a small break. They were safe and sound and I guess that's all that really matters.

I worked at the church from 11 a.m. to 9:45 p.m. tonight. I cleaned and organized until 4 and then I worked as part of a team providing respite care to families of children with disabilities and their siblings. It  wears me out but it is so rewarding to be there and to give the parents a break. Big Boy made a new friend at BreakTime. A 6 year old little fella who is considered high functioning Autistic. He and Big Boy hit it off right away. Big Boy not once asked why his new friend was different.They played Legos and Superheros and just did boy things for hours. Made my heart so happy. We will be seeing our new friend soon for a play date. I am so thankful that my Big Boy has learned so young to love others just the way they are. Proud Momma!

I got news today that the wife of one of my best friends has asked for a divorce after only 6 months of marriage. My friend loves her wife with her whole heart but her wife doesn't feel the same...I guess. It's a LONG story. My heart is just broken. I am not close enough to hold her hand and walk her through and that bothers me. I asked her to come stay a while with the boys and I and sooooo...... she is flying here for about 3 weeks to let things cool off and figure out what the next steps will be. I of course will pray her thru the best I can but I am also going to try to get some other things in place for her. Being with her "nephews" will be the greatest distraction of all we are sure. AND...she'll get to be here for Big Boys first day of 1st Grade.

Now I am home. Whooped puppy. Having a WONDERFUL conversation with an old high school buddy about our boys. Such a blessing. I'm headed to rest soon.

Goodnight Moon!

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Burnt Toast?

I know, I know. It's been too long since I last sat down and spilled my heart but tonight in the quiet and darkness of my kitchen my heart is heavy and I need to let the words flow. Lately I have had a longing for something in my life and just could not pin point what it was. I have everything I need or so I thought. Tonight I realized what the missing peice is.

There are some changes happening in my life and for those of you who know me you know I HATE change. I don't just dislike it a little, I absolutely despise it..A big change will take place in the next 5 days and to be honest with you I am dreading it. I had kinda anticipated it happening for a while but when I was told that it was going to actually be reality I felt like I was left hanging, alone, confused and just not sure what would happen next (remember I hate surprises also). Messed up emotions that is for sure.
*everything is fine with my marriage, my children and my family. 

Fortunately in the last 20 something days I have learned a few things, despite my horrible, no good, very bad attitude.

1. I have learned that this change is taking place out of absolute obedience and for that I am grateful.
2. I am not alone. There are others that are directly involved as well and we will all figure this out together.
3. The next steps do not matter right now because God already has the blue prints finished.
4. Change is what it is and in order for good things to happen we have to be open minded and willing to let God lead us, change us, mold us, make us...even if we don't really like it. (This isn't easy for a person who is OCD and needs order and control in their life)

In saying all of this, tonight I discoverd the problem, my bad attitude, the missing puzzle peice; my faith is like burnt toast. It's not the change. It's unfortunate I know but it is the truth.

I am NOT faithless just burnt out and kindly hard hearted maybe even a little rough around the edges. It's my own fault...for sure. I have asked myself over and over tonight how I could ever let myself get to this point. Funny, God revealed himself and said let me tell you. He made himself known friends. He spelled things out through the scriptures like he was writing them in a book with my name on it. I know what is missing;

1. Self Care- this isn't new news (D go ahead and say I told you so) I need more sound sleep, to slow down A LOT, say NO more often.
2. Wholehearted times in prayer and in the scriptures- This has to be a priority and I know it.
3. Teaching and Worship
4. Others pouring fruit into my life- I get so busy "pouring fruit" into the lives of others that I don't realize that I am not allowing others to do the same. It's easier for me to give than it is to recieve.
5. More time and energy poured out on my family and fellowship with friends. 

I'm ok with being "brown bread" as Clark says but I don't want to be charred in apperance and disgusting in taste. I think God probably desires for me to be like the white bread fresh out of the oven with a little bit of color, holes that need to be filled with His love and goodness and a little butter just to add some extra flavor.

I feel like a new woman...I think!.

 When the righteous cry for help, the LORD hears and delivers them out of all their troubles. Psalms 34:17

Sunday, June 03, 2012

Relax...It's good for the soul.

What a world wind the last 2 weeks have been.
Breezy's parents arrived at our home on the 18th of May and we all headed south on the 26th together. We had a busy week.

We are having Dinner Mix-Ups at church and I was able to host on the 19th, along with my friend Katie, a group of families in our home. I was joyful that many of the individuals that had been invited to our home were some of our favorite church members.

Breezy's parents did some sight seeing, attended Big Boy's Kindergarten graduation and on their very last night in town they took Big Boy to the Fl*ing W Ran*h for a Chuckwagon Supper. He decided that night that he wanted to be a cowboy/roper for the rest of his life.

We left at daylight on the 26th and made our way to Broken Arrow, OK and spent the night. We left again the very next morning at 8 and finished our trip south. We landed at my parents house around 10 p.m. THANK GOODNESS! The boys did fantastic for spending 48 hours in route, 25 of those were in the car.

We've been busy but had a lot of time for relaxing. On Memorial Day we had a nice dinner with several members of our family. There is nothing better than my Daddy's home style cooking. We had Boston butt, collard greens, potato salad,cucumber and tomato salad, fried fish and cornbread, black eyed peas and chocolate cake for dessert. DELISH!!!

Tuesday thru Saturday we just spent time taking care of a few odds and ends. We visited Grammy at work, Big Boy and I went and picked out some new sneakers, boys went with BoBo to the Barber Shop, we had lunch with our Aunt at our favorite little pizza place, we went to the Western Shop and Big boy and I got some new boots (and he got a belt, pants and cowboy hat), we visited with our friends at Tumbleweed Ranch, we ate at LaBamba, we drank lots of sweet tea, BoBo took us to have donuts for breakfast, we went to a Western 60th Birthday and we took lots of naps.

Today we are just taking it easy. We decided to take a break from worshiping this morning and for once I don't feel bad for skipping church.  It's a much needed break.
Today is Grammy's first day off since we arrived a week ago and we've just spent the morning drinking coffee, watched Annie, had lunch and now everyone is napping.

This vacation has been RELAXIN and much needed before our engine takes off for the Summer. We have VBS the 11-15th. Breezy will be coming home for some R & R, we'll have camp in July and hopefully a trip to Glenwood Springs to meet sweet Baby Hadli in August.

It's almost time for the kiddos to get up so I better go get myself ready for the rest of the day. Looking forward to dinner with the family tonight and then a trip to ATL before we head out later this week.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Train A Child- Part 1

"Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it. " Proverbs 22:6

I'd really like to re-write this passage to be  more of a command.  I strongly believe that many parents take this lightly and as a suggestion. I'd like for the scripture to read;  

"(YOU) Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it."

I have been thinking about "Training Up a Child" in regards to the church more often than not and when I do I get a tad bit frustrated, well maybe angry. Church has become a place where people come to take, take, take all they can get when in reality we are suppose to come to church to give. We give our all in worship, in our tithing, in our serving, but I think that so many have forgotten what going to church is really about.  Yes, we are priviliged to be able to worship, fellowship and study the scriptures and to serve one another but I often wonder if that is really why parents bring their children to church.

I've heard "I come to church because it's free child care and it's the only break I get during the week" I get that..I totally do. We all need a break. While my Breezy is away, church is a place where I can get a break from my kids but think about it people I'm the Director of Children's Ministry, even though I'm getting a break from my boys I am serving other children and their families. I'm serving children because that is the God given calling/desire that has been placed on my heart. I'm just thankful that my children can be a part of my "job".

I know that we do not all have a calling to serve but we are all called to serve; in many differnt settings/capcities. Joshua 22:5 is very specific in this calling;

"Be very careful to keep the commandments and the law that Moses, the servant of the Lord gave you; to love the Lord your God, to walk in all his ways; to obey his commands, to hold fast and to SERVE HIM with all your heart and soul.

How can we (myself included) serve the church instead of taking it for all its worth? Well, here are a few of my thoughts. I apologize if I offend ANY of you. 

1. Do It Yourself- Instead of sending your children to Sunday School or Church and hanging out else where, attend your own Sunday School call and Worship then share with one another one or two thoughts of interest on the way home or over lunch. 

2. Worship Together- This is a BIGGIE for me because as I grew up there was no other option than to attend worship or "Big Church". There was no KIDSWorship, there was no inbetween. Earlier last year I made the decision for the children at our church to attend worship with their families once a month. Did I do this to be a pain in the behind to the parents HECK NO! Remember I have a 5 year old of my own who has a VERY difficult time sitting through a worship service. Here's my OPINION (take it or leave it) I did this because it is so important to me that our children know what it means to be a part of our church families worship not just "KIDSWorship". We can take our children to KIDSWorship every Sunday but that is not teaching them how to sit in the pew (wiggly or not) and be an active part of worship. It's really a disjustice if you think about it. Our children need to understand that we are a "Family" and families do things together. Yes, there is always time for just the adults but there are also times when children and adults do things together.
3. Church is not a chore. It is one of the healthiest habits we can teach or children. Regular church attendance can be very rewarding not boring. I love that my Big Boy ask me every Sunday morning; "Do I get to go to Sunday School today?" He knows the answer will always be yes but he ask anyways. That's just a part of his OCD! My baby boy (2) will say "See Howy, See Shanny, See Gracie, See Bret Bret" when I tell him it's time to go to church. Although, we are at church A LOT because that's where I work, it's not a place where my children dread going (unless they've been there for 8 hours).  

It is such a delight to me when I can look over our attandance sheets at the end of the quarter and reward our kids with "Bible Bucks" for perfect attendance. You don't have to attend church activites 8 times a week (I sure don't) but become reguarly involved, as you are able, in church activities such as; Small Groups, Sunday School, Choirs, Ministry Teams, Mission Trips, Children's Ministry, etc. The rewards are abounding.

I'm going to stop here for now before this gets to be too long......There is more to come I promise.

I'd like to leave you with this article that I think is written so well; 

Children in Worship-Let's Bring it Back-

Peace, 
MCB

Friday, May 18, 2012

I'm Afraid Of What Might Happen Next

Good things come to those who wait. Right?

Well, I'm waiting.

My dear Breezy told me just last week that bad things happen in 3's and today I decided that he was absolutely right.

 1. I lost my dear sweet friend Kimberly to her battle with AML just a few short weeks ago. It still feels like yesterday. I think about her atleast once a day, if not more. Kimberly leaves behind her husband and 6 children. Losing Kimmie was hard but gaining a new friend in her sister Amy has been priceless.

2. Our college buddy Leah went to be with the Lord after a motor vehicle accident last Tuesday. Leah leaves behind her wonderful husband Josh and their son Jansen who is 2.

3. This morning I recieved a call from my "Best German Friend" that one of our sweet sister-friends husbands was killed in a motorcycle accident. He leaves behind his wife, 3 girls and a baby that is on the way. Breezy was friends with sister-friends husband also. They worked together for many years.

My friend Christie shared with me a little peice of wisdom from her Grandmother this afternoon (after spending most of the day with me); "Not every day is good, but there is good in everyday." I guess she is right. I appreciate her wise thinking, especially when I feel like there couldn't be one thing positive about a day like today.

I am so thankful that I was able to have phone conversations with SEVERAL of my sister-friends who have been a apart of our lives since we moved to Germany in 2006. We've stuck together thru some pretty tough times (right girls) and even though we are not all together today we're still together in our hearts. We ARE the Playboys!!!

I wanted to drop everything this morning and jump on an airplane to Germany to be with my sister-friend but I decided that it wasn't what I was suppose to do. Sad Day. My girl is surrounded right now by some of the most amazing ladies I have ever met. I do not worry at all about her and her girlies being taken care of. It is all in God's hands.

It's time for bed. I'm exhausted, physically and emotionally. Peace be with you.