Home Now

We're home from the hospital. About 12 hours ago, the thought of that statement brought tears to my eyes. I was so scared to leave what had become a safe haven.

I am still scared, but I know I have two choices; I can turn tail and run, dissolve into a quivering mass of uselessness, and be of no good to anybody. Or I can dry my tears, tuck my fear away into my back pocket and face this horrible disease head-on. I choose the latter. In my 32 years on this planet, I have discovered I am not one to hide from hardship. I can take care of my daughter to the best of my ability, and rely on the support of those around me when I feel that I cannot go on.

There are some cool stories that have come out of this, and I hope to share them soon. Not only as a reminder for myself on those days when life has taken it's toll, but more so as a glimpse to others of how God is there, even in the depths of our despair.

I'll also share the story of how we discovered Elise had diabetes, it's an interesting one (at least to me), and really shows how your life can change in as little as 12 hours.

If you have called and I haven't gotten back to you, it's not that I've forgotten, I just need some time to rest right now. But you are on my mind and I am very thankful for you. Again, thank you to everyone for your prayers... I have felt them in my weakest moments.