I am keeping a journal of her journey. It helps as it is so hard not to be able to sit with her. I am going to share what I wrote last night but it has details that may be TMI for readers so don't read if it starts making you uncomfortable, but it is the truth.
Sitting in her dark room, near the bathroom. She is yearning for rest, but the on going churning of her gut causes her to go up and down, rushing to tend to the flood that is pouring out from her. 15lbs down, she had to go to the hospital to have them restore and magnesium and fluids levels. I hear her voice, so soft, so weary, almost completely depleted of all her reserves and this is only week one.
As I agonize for her way across the states, unable to do anything but hope and pray, constantly wanting updates on how she is day by day, hour by hour. Not that knowing makes any difference, but I can't be there, oh how I wish I could. I want to sit in the darkness with her, quietly holding her hand from time to time. I knew this was going to be so very hard for her, but what she is enduring is more than any one should have to bear. LORD, please I beg of you, do something!! Help her, let her healing and comfort be Your will.