Unfortunately, November was a handful of the same. We solidly rounded off our fall with some form of the same bug we started with. It seemed to come in waves. It got better before it got MUCH worse and then better again. It felt almost hopeless when all ten of us had it bad at the same time. We couldn't shake the cough. Lucy ended up getting croup. Tommy had two rounds of steroids and the antibiotics for ear infections were flowing. It was a mess.
Looming on the horizon was Matt's first trip as a Technical Specialist (his newest position within GM) to South Korea. I prayed and prayed and prayed that we would be healthy by the time he left.
I forced the kids outside for as much fresh air and sunshine as I could. We went to bed early every night. We rested and drank fluids and waited.
I had been very sick for about a year, still struggling with some leftover issues from childbirth and everything related. My doctor scheduled a surgery and a couple of biopsies for the beginning of November. The timing couldn't have been worse, but she pushed me through and insisted I have it done, sickness and all. All test results came back negative, and we are on to the next steps and tests now.
Somewhere, in between the constant influx of deliveries of meals and groceries from the Zions and my family, there was a flood of grace. Somewhere between the steam treatments and the sleepovers and exhaustion of middle-of-the-night pacing the porch with a croupy baby, peace triumphed.
Thank you, Lord, for the reminders of your Love.
At least November ended less sick than October
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