My strength commeth from the LORD.

Mom is home from the hospital after 14 days of the last 3 weeks...Wait, Christmas was only a few weeks ago? What has happened to the time?! Okay, on with the dish on Mom.

While in the hospital the doctors played the "No, I'm the smartest Doctor" game with her. They all had their own ideas and wanted to fight instead of treat her. At last she was cleared to come home, but I am not sure what is going to happen from here.

My Concerns:
1. The blood transfusion they gave her will only help her for now...what if she continues to lose blood? Will this mean a transfusion periodicly? How often can you do this?
2. The bacteria that she is told is in her bloodstream one day, then she is told it is gone, then it just "appears" again! How dangerous is this?
3. She is coughing. Alot. Not sure why, but it is there.
4. Are they going to remove the port? How dangerous is this procedure? Can her body take an IV every 3 weeks?

I could continue to go on with the concerns. They are all valid. I could also allow God to give me some comfort and bring scripture to my mind.

Psalm 121~I will lift up my eyes to the hills from which comes my strength. My strength comes from the LORD...

As the phone calls continued to filter through with changes, new test and her exhaustion, this is the scripture that came to mind...My students were quietly working as I looked out of my classroom window. A peace washed over me, I don't have to be strong on my own. In fact, I am in no way strong. I am weak. Weaker than weak without God. I also thought of something that I have been toying around with for a while now...Ultimate healing comes from God...in all of our lives. While a very disturbing thought, I have to admit that Mom will never be physically healed here, that healing will only come at the throne of the LORD.

That said, I don't expect her to die anytime soon...in fact with the all of the new stuff they are trying on her, she might well live to be 150 years old!