Billy has been in the hospital for a week and a half now. His counts are still low and he receives transfusions of red blood and platelets. Sometimes his counts come up a little, and we’re hopeful, but it seems to be short lived, and he must get another transfusion. The doctors seem to think he is making steady progress, and that his progress is what they would expect. I suppose with blood counts as low as his, its a miracle he hasn’t got an infection, isn’t running a fever, and hasn’t bled out from somewhere. He’s all alone there. No visitors allowed. I’m all alone here. Its getting old.
I colored a picture in one of the adult coloring books I have. I worked on it for a few days. All of a sudden I looked at the page on the other side of my coloring page. It read, “I know every step of the journey ahead of you, all the way to heaven.” That resonated with me, because Billy and I have been saying that we have to walk the path that God is laying out before us, but we know He will go with us.
Everyone is lonely right now. We are all sitting in our kitchens and family rooms, working from home and eating too much. We’re watching way too much TV. I’m missing my children and grandchildren so much. So are so many others. Billy has nurses for company, and that helps, but he has no one to hold his hand or smooth his back. No one to pray and cry with him.
Please, God, be with us all. Heal us and help us. Protect us and guide us. And bring us all back together soon
A Little Bit of Everything, With Love 