My Grandma Figley (the one who had the back surgery) was taken to the ICU early this morning, because she couldn’t breathe. One of her lungs is completely filled with fluid, and she’s on a ventilator. She’s stabilized now but still in critical condition, and as soon as a room opens up at Riverside Hospital here in Columbus, they’ll be care-flighting her here. She’s been near death more times than I can count, and God always tells her He doesn’t have her mansion ready yet, so we’ll see what He’s up to this time. I’d love for her to have a complete recovery. I’d love to have her here on earth with me for 20 more years. I’d love to go to Indianapolis with Gabe next week and not a funeral. But I rest peacefully in the fact that God is in control–and He loves us.
Nina seems to be doing better. Livi, however, threw up twice yesterday and missed school. Ava hasn’t been eating and complained of a belly ache, but no vomiting. All three girls seem to be on the road to recovery. (Please, Lord!)
I found an outfit. Just need one more. I’m feeling very self-conscious about it. Like everyone will be thinking, “Uh, who are you trying to be, hoody-girl?” It’s my imagination, I’m sure, because to everyone who has never met me, I will just be one more normal well-put-together woman. No biggie. It’s huge to me though. I’m sweating just thinking about it. So I’ll stop.
Thank you again for all your love and prayers. It’s completely humbling, and I really don’t feel worthy of having so many people love me. But I’m not complaining. You all are beyond description. Love you!
p.s. Almost forgot. My proposal is done. DONE. It’s not my best work (and I am NOT just saying that), but it will do for now. And I technically have until Friday to add/edit/revise. Yippee!