Help Me if You Can I'm Feelin Down

Dad cried when listening to the Beattles song the other day. "Help me get my feet back on the ground. Won't you please, please help me." I can't believe what my poor Daddy has gone through. I wish I could do it for him. I guess that's what Jesus did for us. He carried the pain of our world, the suffering, and the consequence of our sin. I think God can relate to how we feel...he sees, hears, and feels our pain.

Today, the name of the game is neck pain and fluid reduction. Milan's back and neck must be a chiropractor's nightmare. Spreading ribs open is bound to create some displacement. He complains more of neck pain than incision discomfort. Also, please pray for a regular heart beat and consistent blood pressure. Sleep seems to help, but he is so sleep deprived that he keeps falling right into REM sleep, where dreaming occurs. Suddenly, people appear in his room or he finds himself in places that feel as vivid as real life. I'm praying he'll fall asleep and find himself with God or flying or something fun:) He just told me he was in church in his last doze, so that's a start.

Also, his fluid retention is subsiding, but still an issue. They need to rehydrate his body, while removing fluid from his lungs, heart, and places it shouldn't be. I'll tell you one thing: we take our bodies healthy function for granted. After seeing all the delicate balances that must be regulated, I'm amazed we're all walking and living day to day without more problems. Sometimes I wonder if we'll ever get out of here. I'm overwhelmed by all the things that must fall into place before Dad can come home. I just have to remember God is so much bigger than this. I remember hiking Half Dome, feeling amazed by how God merely spoke our world into place. He holds Daddy in his almighty arms, controlling every breath and pulse with knowing hands.