Yesterday, Dave ate two protein shakes and three bites from a
hamburger all day—and he coughed and coughed. We met Dave and Gayle in Madison and she took one look at him and
started to cry.
Today, I read a psalm pleading with God to help, but I do not find
myself asking for help. I ask for faith to get through this. Faith
and strength in You, God. I feel afraid today.
Dave’s best friend is coming for breakfast today, and his sister
comes in town tomorrow for three days. An echocardiogram tomorrow,
then I told someone I’d go shopping for a car with them on Sunday
or Monday. After that, Dave’s other sister comes at the end of the
week.
Trying to keep all the threads in my hands without letting go and
wondering whether Dave will live to another birthday.
Image: Hobbycraft blog
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