A New Day

Last night was long and hard for Amanda. She was nauseous all night and as she starts to slowly regain some feeling on the right side of her face and head, the feeling that comes first is pain. What cruel irony that the thing which will help her most in the long run (getting up and walking) is the same thing that causes the most nausea and pain in the short term.

As a small gift to let us know that after long, hard nights come hopeful, new days, the Lord blessed us with this beautiful sunrise this morning.



Sunrise view out Amanda's hospital room window

Our plan is still to come home today. With all the IVs out and prescriptions written, Amanda figures she can be nauseous just as easily by walking in her own house and lying in her own bed, as she can in the hospital. She's anxious to see the kids (in small doses still), and pass a milestone in her recovery.

Mandy continues to get a little better every day, but it will take time for this collection of little improvements to result in a more full recovery. Sounds like a metaphor for life.