Perseverance

Betsy opening a package from Aunt Carolyn.

I felt like a little kid playing tag, who when he sees his opponent advancing with outstretched hand announces, "I quit. I don't want to play anymore."

Sunday night I didn't want to play anymore. I just wanted to sit down and cry. But by God's grace, I kept going. We are going to win.

Betsy modeling her multi-colored socks.

Aaron spent the day at the dentist and the doctor's office. He had his stitches removed and his face looks fantastic. He can open his right eye now and see through it, though his vision is still blurry.

Julie had an x-ray yesterday. They will compare it with the x-ray they took last week. It looks like she will be playing this game for a long time. She's concerned that her friends will forget about her lying in bed.

Naomi and Logan are missing time with and attention from their parents and older siblings. The wound on Naomi's elbow looks like it may be infected. She has an appointment with a specialist later this week.

I was with Betsy so long I finally borrowed a pair of her socks because my feet stunk. My outfit didn't exactly match, but standards of dress at the hospital aren't the highest.

We were preparing for Betsy to come home yesterday. Naomi even made a welcome home sign. But she ended up staying so that they can perform a procedure Tuesday. Her broken ribs may have caused bleeding in her lung cavity, which looked like pneumonia on the x-ray.

The doctors felt Betsy's disappointment and after we shared about our trouble Sunday night with a nurse who wanted to enforce a no overnight visitors rule, he arranged for Betsy to be transferred to a private room. Dad was able to stay with her (Mom stayed with Julie) and I came home for a shower and rest.