The past few days Missi has been the sickest ever. It's hard to think that we're seven hours away - but it's comforting to know that Nathan is with her. At least someone is there washing her clothes and making sure she has everything she needs. Of course, I tell the kids their mom is back in the hospital. We go about our usual day in the calmest way possible. I know they worry.
"They are keeping a close eye on mom." I usually sneak a hug or two when they least expect it. They pretend it's annoying - but I know they need at least their momma's baby sister to give them a hug.
One day I'll come across this blog post and remember - there were hard days with cancer. Missi had made it look so easy. She is bound to have some setbacks.
In early April, I took Missi in for a bone marrow biopsy. The night before the appointment I kept having nightmares that I was taking Missi in for a bone marrow biopsy. I'd wake up relieved it was a dream - and then, realize it was real....
There are times I have worse nightmares - and I remember my sister is strong, I say the Lord's Prayer, and I have a peaceful rest.