As I sat there and watched her, I couldn't help but think of one of her favorite quotes by Eleanor Roosevelt: "Do the thing you think you cannot do." She is so courageous, doing what she must even though it is hard and painful.
I have sat by her bedside for several hours now and watched her drift in and out of sleep, listened to monitors beep while the IV nonsense drives her crazy, and chatted a bit with her during her more alert moments. Always she tells of God's great faithfulness to her and her family. She tells of how Dr. Henderson has cared for her and quotes to me his prayer before surgery. She rejoices in her "floaties" in her vision disappearing. She whispers of Dan's care for her and of speaking with her girls earlier.
At one point, she laughed. "Did you ever imagine how many surgeries we'd have between the two of us?" It's almost comical. Then we talk of how we really must be kindred souls. But it is more than that. I'm convinced God knew we needed each other to fully understand all the weight each other bears.
She bears her trials well, and I marvel at her resilience. I am so blessed to sit by her side and learn from her even here where the walls seems to close in on you and the light is so harsh and fluorescent.
The stronger meds from surgery have worn off, and she is in a lot of pain today. She struggles to find a comfortable position, but she barely mentions it, only asks for help to sit up or gritting her teeth as she pushes the button to pump more medicine in.
Dan is staying at the hotel tonight to get some much needed rest. It makes me think of Jacob in the Bible, how he worked seven years for Rachel and yet it seemed a short time because his love was so great. They have such a long week ahead of them, and he will bear much of the weight of care. Only his love for her is so deep, I know it is a weight he is willing to bear for her.