Today we also had our meeting with the surgeon and have booked in to have the same procedure done on her left lung as they did on her right. Judy had been feeling shortness of breath, tiredness etc. and an x-ray showed that fluid is starting to build up on her lung on the other side this time. So Judy will have the operation early Monday morning, and hopefully will only need 3 days in hospital afterwards.
Thanks you for the many comments, emails, cards, and calls. Your support is a great encouragement to us both. Thanks also for the kind words about this blog, sorry to let the side down but creativity and humor both seem to have taken a sabbatical today.
It is a hard road for us, my normal desire to turn a smile should not mask the burden we bear. It's hard to think of things to ask for help with, just as it is hard for you to think of ways to assist us. However - your contacts, in whatever form, are precious and helpful to us.
Not to be morbid :-) This has always had a special place in our hearts
Holy Sonnet 6, “Death be not proud”
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me;
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe go,
Rest of their bones, and souls delivery.
Thou’art slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppies,or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better then thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more, Death thou shalt die.
Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me;
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe go,
Rest of their bones, and souls delivery.
Thou’art slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppies,or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better then thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more, Death thou shalt die.
Keeping you both in our thoughts and prayers. Shame we are soooo far away, but I send you both a BIg hug anyway.
ReplyDeleteLife is never simple but we can rest in the sure knowledge that "God's got this!" as Tim would say.
With much love from the both of us who travel a similar path.
That was a sonnet that Cabe just finished analyzing a few weeks ago in school. Truly, a lovely poem. So much confidence in a great God - Jesus has overcome death for us. What a gift.
ReplyDeleteJudy = you look lovely in that birthday crown! :)