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Don't you just love it when God shows He cares? I do!

Yesterday I had a doctor's appointment. We took a short jaunt to Whole Foods to grab some stuff for our allergy kids and then went home. I was exhausted, shaking, lightheaded and had a headache by the time we got home. I've been suffering from insomnia since I contracted the Sepsis and last night was bad. I tossed and turned and absolutely could not sleep. By this morning, I was a mess. I spent some time in prayer just kind of pouring out my heart.

Hubby was up early getting kids to school and such. Then, the phone repair guy showed up an hour early, throwing hubby off. The Princess had some problems and it was pure chaos. On top of that, I had another doctor appointment today, so needed to get ready. Hubby was trying to get some protein in me to help me with the shakes while dealing with everything else. Finally, we were able to sit down so he could give me my antibiotics. NOT!

We had three days worth left; and ALL THREE antibiotics were broken in one way or another. We had to call the pharmacist and nursing care to find out what to do; only to find out we had to go across town to pick up the meds to get them into me on time. This meant we had to leave even earlier. As hubby was about to blow and I was about to burst into tears, the doorbell rings.

Beautiful, long stem roses had arrived, fresh cut from the farm.

God is good.

We finally made it to the doctor's appointment (with clean hair, I might add!), and saw the doc. He said I can have my picc line taken out! It comes out first thing tomorrow, yippee! I still have weeks for full recovery, but what an answer to prayer.

On top of that, we've been praying for answers in regards to some very specific happenings in our lives. It's not been easy. Today, God sent us someone to help us in this area. I can't really share details, but I can say that this is one of those things that you just KNOW is an answer to prayer. Wow!

I just love it when God does this. 🙂

Joy of Living!

I love reading Just for the Joy of It at Good, True and Beautiful on Thursdays. I missed it last week because I was in the hospital. But I can come up with a ton of "Just for the Joy of It's" today. I'll share a few.

Starting with the Conga Line….Hubby had helped me shower today (that's joy in itself!), and was helping me down the stairs as it puckered me out. He walked in front of me and I held onto his shoulders. The Smart One yells out, "Conga Line!"

A smile, Just for the Joy of It!

Cuddling with the Drama Queen and watching "Tammy and the Bachelor."

Begging Chicken Noodle Butt to stop talking, but secretly smiling inside.

Sitting with my eldest next to me; not really talking much but surely enjoying his company.

Watching the Talented One and B-boo secretly giggle together and then burst out laughing; having no idea why, but it gives me joy to know they are.

Stealing a kiss with hubby.

Explaining to the Drama Queen the difference between a "private kiss" and a smooch.

Visits from friends.

The love of friends; the meals that have been brought, the phone calls, the help.

Baby steps every day; it's those little accomplishments that bring me joy!

Laughing, talking, singing, loving; living.

God is good.

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She Lives

It's been nine days since I first went in for a simple surgery. It's taken nine days just to have enough energy to sit up with a bit of a clear head and type this. B-Boo may have to finish it, as I seem to think I have energy and then quickly realize it's been zapped out of me.

Day 1; surgery went well.

Day 2; I'm told I'm going home. Then, told I have an infection, I'm staying. (Seems to make since because I tell the nurse the surgery site is starting to burn.) Then I"m told the levels are going down, HMO wants me home. So home we go.

Day 3; I'm exhausted. A little confused because I usually snap back quickly and I can't seem to stop shaking or lift my head off the pillow. It becomes hard to open my eyes. I start to not care, but I have two children laying in the room with me and I try hard to focus. I finally muster enough energy to have one of them take my temp. Fever. We call the doctor; he says go to the ER.  By the time I can tell hubby what we need to do I can barely walk. I start to wonder how we'll ever make it to the ER. I'm so nauseous I just want to be left alone. I vaguely remember them dragging me to the van and crying as we head out. By the time we got to the ER, both hubby and I are covered in vomit, so they take us back right away. By this time, I really don't even care anymore. They figure out I have an abscess and admit me.

Day 4: Early in the morning, they transfer me to a room. The nurse tells me that they've called in an Infectious Disease doctor, an internist and my surgeon. They are testing for staph. They know I have sepsis and an abscess. I call hubby.

Days 4, 5 & 6 are spent in extreme pain and whirlwinds of semi-consciousness as meds and antibiotics are poured into my system. HMO wants to sent me home on Day 5, but the doctors refuse. Finally, after more tests on Day 6, I am sent home with a pic-line. For the next 14 days, I will have antibiotics run through. A nurse comes daily to teach hubby and B-boo how to administer the antibiotics. I'll have weekly blood level checks.

I'm at the point where my brain feels like it's starting to work, but nothing else will listen to me. Friday wasn't so bad, but Saturday was rough. The nurse says that this is how it works until the antibiotics really kick in. She reminds us that we're lucky I paid attention to my body on Monday and went in; that this could have killed me. I'm reminded to take it easy, rest, and give it a lot of time.

As if i could do anything else.

We have been so blessed. Friends haven't hesitated to jump in and help wherever needed. I have felt so much love and compassion over the past several days as my family has been taken care of so that they can take care of me.

My brain is starting to fuzzle again, and B-boo will update as much as she can. Thank you for your prayers!

B-boo will be driving soon!

Today, B-boo turned 15. I can't believe she'll be driving soon! Last night we kept it low and had a few friends over to help her celebrate. I think they had fun!

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One of the girls made her this cake; from scratch! Isn't it adorable?

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Another friend brought her this amazing cookie cake. I didn't even get one bite!

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There was fashion!

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 And silliness

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And scariness!

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And lots of smiles!

I still can't believe she's 15!

Dream Crushers

I am one angry mom. Why is it that some people think it is OK to be mean just because they are the adult and children’s feelings don’t matter? Or that because they are teenagers, they must not have any feelings?

Our family has visited a local music store on several occasions. We’ve bought music and instruments from them, recommended them, and more. The Talented One loves to go in and play their pianos. He’s always been welcomed. I’d say one of his biggest dreams is to one day own a Baby Grand Piano. He will take any opportunity to play since we don’t have one at home. He’ll go to church early so he can play. He’ll stay late so he can play. He’ll visit music stores so he can play. You see, we don’t have one. We have an 88 key digital keyboard. It’s nice, it works, and he spends hours on the thing! I”m talking at least three hours a day! Playing beautiful, classical music. And making me smile.

I am in awe sometimes at how God chose to bless me with a child who can play so beautifully. With his heart. He doesn’t play to impress. As a matter of fact, he has been our *hidden* talent up until recently when we finally talked him into playing for our children’s concert. It was beautiful. This week we received some rather disturbing news. As we sat together as a family that evening, just being together, the Talented One went over and played; without his ear phones, allowing us to just listen. And relax. And enjoy. A gift from our Lord for sure.

So you can imagine my hurt for my son when he called me on Saturday and asked to come pick him up right away. He just wanted to come home, he said. I knew something was wrong, so I asked my husband to please go get him. He did. I worried. They came home. And my heart broke. So much so, that I’m still stewing about it this morning!

He was in the Family Music Center store playing the piece he’s been working on this week, when the manager came up to him and started yelling at him. She proceeded to tell him that he was disturbing the customers in her store and that he doesn’t know how to play the piano and that he is *no good.* She commanded him to leave the store. He did. In tears. There was more said, but I’ll stop.

Hubby picked him, drove to the store and went in to talk to the manager and find out what her version of the story was. No, he wasn’t being belligerent. No, he was not being rude. Nope, he wasn’t being disrespectful. In her eyes, he was just a teenager in the store playing the piano piece incorrectly, so she felt it was her duty to tell him he was disturbing the customers and didn’t know anything about playing the piano. And yes, she did tell him he was *no good.* And she didn’t care that she’d crushed his dreams. And it didn’t’ matter, because she is the “manager” of this “family” music store.

Well, this family won’t be attending that store anymore.

But, this family will continue to encourage our son. We will continue to remind him of how God has blessed him with an amazing gift; one that is to be shared so that others can enjoy His music. It doesn’t matter what this woman might think. What matters is what God has placed on his heart.

Here is my son, playing his heart.

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