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Sunday, October 04, 2015

The last supper

Its 2:11 a.m. on Sunday morning. Monday morning she'll be admitted to the hospital to have her gtube placed. That means today is her last day to eat.

Can you even imagine????

I have a lot of hopes and prayers right now:

I pray that this is more difficult for us than it is for Angela.

I pray that she has been so uncomfortable eating that she is is *relieved* she doesn't have to anymore.

I pray that she doesn't have the wound problems she did when she was little and had a gtube. (we had one problem after another for four straight years!)

I pray that Angela understands how much we love her and want her healthy.

I pray we don't have any problems getting her insurance to cover the formula we want her on. The usual stuff is just junk!

I pray she doesn't get sick from all the favorite foods I'm going to let her eat today.

I pray that our spunky girl doesn't lose her spunk in this process.



1 comment:

Shari Funkhouser said...

I am praying for your sweet girl and will pray with you on all the specifics you asked for in your post. Much love and strength coming your way.