Monday, February 02, 2004


When we left the hospital I handed a note to Sarah, one of Amy's nurses, thanking her for her care and kindness.

When Amy is well on the road to recovery I don't know how I'll be able to adequately thank her home health care nurse, Margie.

Margie, has stopped by once or twice a week for several months. She is abundantly patient and equally encouraging. She has been a source of strength that we have both come to rely upon.

Amy hasn't quite felt at ease since she came home from the hospital, which is to be expected I suppose. For more than three weeks she knew if anything went wrong, there was medical help only a few feet away. Now she knows if something goes wrong she has to rely on me and or the three dogs. God willing it won't come to that because I'm not taking bets on which of us she'd choose.

Tonight, Margie stopped by to check on Amy and once again watched over her as she administered her meds, she offered some of her own perceptions about Amy's well being, but most importantly she reinforced the message that Amy is getting better and that life in general is going to get better.

Sometimes the source of the message is as important as the message itself.

Perfect submission, all is at rest;
I in my Savior am happy and blest