I write today from the good ole surgery waiting room at Stanly Regional Hospital back home. No, I'm not getting ready to go into surgrey, but my grandmother is. She has been sick for about 9 months, but all the tests led us to believe that it was everything but her gallbladder. After being admitted to the hospital last night, they have decided that it was her gallbladder, so they decided this morning to go ahead and take out her gallbladder. So I sit here beside my handsome grandpa, my wondeful mom, my loving aunt, and my amazing dad. This morning before surgrey was a wonderful time surrounded by family. Filled with prayer, joy, jokes and love, we sent my grandmother off into the hands in one of the best surgeons. Before she left, I was struck by something she said to us. As my aunt hugged and kissed her bye, she told us, "I'm not scared"
As a family, we are not scared. We know that my grandmother is the hands of the almighty healer. We trust and know that Lord's hand is in this. We trust that He will provide, and we are looking forward to spending her recooperating time as a family. This storm will pass, and we will survive AS A FAMILY. Please lift us up in your prayers when you think of us. The road of recovery will be long, but my grandmother will be in a lot less pain when this is all over. I will share more when I know, but keep praying. Love you all!
Blessings!
B
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