The past seven days have been a whirlwind of activity and inactivity.
A roller coaster of emotions, hope giving way to despair only to begin hoping again.
Activities where you find that prayer and meditation are the only things open to you.
Then there is the pain that comes when you were jarred from one reality into next.
Believing things were getting better I relaxed into the chair beside her bed and prepared myself to sleep.
Then the alarms went off and the room filled with nurses and doctors.
Reality had jarred me awake and it felt like a gut punch robbing me of air and doubling over in pain.
Great Grandma now has to want to do the work to live.
The doctors have done what they could and our family has come together.
It is now up to Great Grandma and God.
Please keep praying