A Word From Cindy

In the pure interest of self preservation, I would like to respond to the previous blog post. Bob has been extraordinary in meeting my every need. But I find that his latest description of getting me downstairs was a bit modest. In truth, he's a prince with arm muscles that ripple in the wind. His legs have the appearance of extra thick crispy cut crinkle oven fries. I've only heard him grunt once, on the third step from the bottom.

Please be advised, folks, he is a man of great humility, who would rather say it took an army than take all the credit. The long and the short of it is, on any given day, it doesn't take three people to get me up and down the stairs!

(Noah, please let us know if you have any discount elevators.)

Some prayer requests!
-I'd love to be able to drink milk or eat ice cream
-I'd be ecstatic to have some semblance of normal digestion of the small amounts of food I DO manage to get down.
-I'd love to be able to eat real food without regretting it soon thereafter.
-Chemograce for the second round of treatment - starts tomorrow.

The doctor was very encouraged this week after looking at my bloodwork results. Though it's not there yet, my liver function has inched back in the direction of normal over the past week as I've had IV fluids at home. This makes me look less like a giraffe (yellow). We have had some good nurses and my appetite has increased to include small amounts of simple fruits and vegetables.

Dad by day we are depending on answered prayer and revelation of God's love for us. It's never hard to find a way to worship our marvelous king, God, and creator -- even if He struggles to come in line with my will.