February 8
Still at the hospital. No answers.
My oldest daughter is here with me. My children have been great about coming in for Norm’s treatments. This weekend, he is here for an as yet unknown infection. Chemo is not happening, we are waiting to see when it can resume.
Meanwhile, we wait. Norm seems to be improving physically, not so much mentally. He’s not hearing voices, but definitely a misperception of reality. For instance, today he is positive he has bird flu from his visit to Asia 20 years ago, and doesn’t understand why the doctors don’t test for it.
It’s tough to watch him suffer and be able to offer no consolation. Nothing works, he’s just in a miserable place.
We pray. We wait. We pray while we wait. Others also pray while we wait.
It all comes back to trust. I trust God to do the best for him. I hope God will totally heal him. I know God will do/allow what is best for him.
Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. For by it the people of old received their commendation. Hebrews 11:1
Where’s the joy?
I am thankful for my children who are here for Norm and me without complaint, helping us to navigate this path.
I pray for wisdom and strength for the people who care for Norm in the hospital and in the outpatient center.
I rejoice in the Heavenly Father who is unseen and yet sees all.
Where’s the joy? Standing on the promises that God has made to us through Jesus Christ the Lord.
TRICIA LATHROP 