Day 15 of a 4 Day Trip

This morning I have returned home from a most amazing journey. This is about as tough of thing as I have ever witnessed and been a part of. You feel so helpless, unable to offer much more than comfort to your loved one, and when that does not seem to work you are left asking yourself. What can I do? The pain and suffering is unbearable for us and is only a fraction of what mother is enduring. As I spoke to mom this morning before I left, I reassured her that her decision to go through this surgery was the right thing to do, and that she was in the battle of her life. She had questioned her decision during the previous days events. It must have been the pain control talking, as this was the first time I had ever heard her speak of doubt. When she was calling out to God, Please help me, please help me! It was heart-wrenching.

Later today, Ernie called and said June's condition had improved dramatically. June may have turned the corner. She has started to eat and drink, which was an absolute impossibility on Saturday. She really had not eaten since Tuesday night to speak of. They have removed the pleur-evac unit and they will not need to place an additional tube in her chest as was once thought. As June gains her strength, the physical therapy will increase allowing her to return to normal activity, and the doctors insist the pain will continue to diminish.

When I left I said, “See ya later.” Gave her a kiss and walked away, knowing it was in God's hands. Ernie gave her a kiss and we headed to the airport.