House is finally clean, clothes are packed, and we're ready to go. Is it just me? Why I always feel this need to deep clean just before we leave town, when I'm already overloaded with stuff to do, I'll never understand! Guess it's because when we get back there's all the unpacking to do, and I hate to add coming in to a mess along with it. We'll leave here about 4 or 5 tomorrow morning, which should put us there about the same time in the evening. I just popped in for a few minutes before we load the car. News from home is a little better. She's getting a little stronger, responding to the meds they have her on to help drain some of the fluids off, and they did a super intensive dialysis. Since she's in a hospital setting they can monitor her for unwanted and rapid changes better. Her lung function has improved significantly since she's no longer literally drowning in her own fluids.
It looks more and more like they'll be doing the bypass sometime this week. Linda said she just wants to get that part out of the way, remain on the transplant list, and dream of a normal life. The morning of Christmas day, 2012 was the last "normal" she's had. I actually got to talk to her, which helped us both tremendously. Her voice is super soft right now, and kinda raspy. She'd have to stop and I could hear her trying to catch her breath, so we didn't talk very long. I was telling her that Evan and Katie have learned to do chicken chores and they'll be taking care of the birds while we're back there. She was talking about how many people have been so generous with their time, their love and prayers, and told me to hug the kids because they are helping in their way, too. "Heck, people you don't even know are praying for you!" I told her that my fellow council members added her to the prayer list for church this morning (I'm the only non-Mormon on the council) Then I told her that I visit a place called "The Front Porch", and a little about this group. She was trying to laugh, I could hear it, even if it came out a little weak. She has this dry, really British-type sense of humor - you never know there's a punchline coming until she delivers it.
So I asked her what was so funny. She coughed for a second and then she whispered, "I think I'm gonna be just fine....I've got town full of Mormons and chicken farmers praying for me. How in the world can God ignore that combination?!" Yep, Linda is still there!
Ibe, I agree with the others - you didn't fail, you bailed. There's a big difference! I'm so glad that you saw the sense in getting out and doing it quickly, rather than waiting until you were pounded into the ground. Bailing is smart - after all, if it can save a boat it can save a person! Um, you want us to go beat him up? Sounds like he could use a little sample of progesterone justice, and I know just the group to hand him a big helping, all the while wearing big smiles and holding our tea in our unoccupied hands. Pinkies extended, of course - we are nothing if not ladies!
Tommie (easier to type than TomTom, which I just typed anyway!) you just let the rest of the world go to h*** and give that little one all the snuggles she wants! Years from now she probably won't remember what's happening, but she will always remember your touch.
Hey, Loving? May I add some more extra hot boiling water to your bathtub, er, I mean, tea? Not nice, waving those 90's around when I'm trying to load the car in a cold, bitter rain.
Bee, Ken got the 5 gallon bucket set up with those horizontal nipples I'd ordered (knew they'd come in handy eventually) and the chickens took to it right away. Evan and Katie were vastly relieved this morning when they came over to do chicken chores and learned they didn't have to worry about watering. Tam did say that if we end up being gone a little longer she'd be sure to check it and top it off if needed. Thank you too, Bruce!