[I have a couple more posts that I wanted to write about my trip to Utah, but it has taken me a while to figure out how to adequately express the feelings that are in my heart…]
Their lives are ruled by the schedule of daily dialysis. Six days a week, three to four hours each day. Almost 24 hours out of each week spent tied to the machine that filters her blood.
No one ever knows what type of patient they will be until the opportunity arrives—stoic or bitter, whiny or afraid. Her family is fortunate;she is a good patient. For twenty-one months now she has responded to each crisis with faith, rarely frustrated or resentful. She bears the difficult moments quietly and refers to the future with optimism.
She inspires me.
Always kind and attentive, he cares for her now with even more gentleness and love. In addition to his challenging professional work he is now the home dialysis nurse—preparing each piece of equipment, gently inserting the needles, monitoring the process. He listens and watches for the alarms that indicate something is not working right, and then makes adjustments; changes her arm position, raises or lowers her feet, holds her hand, rubs her cramping legs.
He inspires me.
They move through the days one at a time, trying to figure out how to balance work, home, health, children, and church. Always with stress, but also always with faith in Heavenly Father’s ultimate plan for their family.
They inspire me.
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They are amazing people...I've always enjoyed being with and around them! Thanks for sharing!
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