Hello everyone, this is Drew, it's my turn to do a blog. My dad wanted me to let you all know that the song of Friday was Strength Will Rise by Chris Tomlin, and on Saturday she woke up after a dream about the Kardashians. Which is very odd because our family has never been known to "keep up" with them. I don't know how much you already know, because I've been neglecting to keep up with the blog myself, so I'll just start from Friday.
Friday was the day that my mother was supposed to start treatment with Dr. Folbe. They started her on a treatment of retuxin (I'm not the best at the spelling of my medical terminology) because they said that she was not being getting enough nutrients to handle the treatment of chemotherapy or something of that sort. I went to school that day, but I was told that she responded to it very well, with the exception of some chills. They said that the next time she was given this treatment, they would give her some tylenol to control that. That day at 4:00, I was scheduled to leave to go to Maumee Bay, Ohio with some students from our student ministry at church to put together some plans for the ministry and improve our leadership skills. I was hoping that when I left, my mom would just be completely knocked out by the treatment so that I could know that nothing would happen while I was gone. That's exactly what happened and it made it much easier to get some time off. When I came back the next day at 4, she was still completely exhausted, which was great, but it made it hard to get any nutrition in her.
Sunday morning, we all woke up pretty late and well rested. I, waking up last, walked into my parents' bed room at about 11, hearing my mom recite numbers to my dad who was collecting them in his phone. When I came in, my dad said, "God spoke to Mom last night". God had presented to Mom a list, with two sides to the list. On the left side, were things that were not going to be presented by God, and were to be watched out for by those to whom they applied. For instance, my name was listed once on the left side with four or five numbers. The numbers were on the left side, because she said they represented a college that I should not go to, because it was not what God wanted for me. Then there were names of our closest friends on the right side, with thousands of numbers that she did not always name off because there was so much of them. But the numbers that she did name off, she named off without any hesitation or second thought. She knew these numbers. It was something that was deeply planted into her thoughts, not an ordinary dream that you forget about as soon as you emerge into complete consciousness. Once we were done, Dad called Dr. Folbe and Dr. Dahlstedt to talk about the nutrition, or lack there of, from the previous day. The Dr. Folbe said that we should bring her to the hospital today, to see about alternative ways to get some nutrients into her, but Dr. Dahlstedt said to wait a day. So dad declined and said that we would be fine for the day, and that we would keep her for call Dr. Dahlstedt tomorrow. That plan did not work. Right after Dad got off of the phone, he took her into the bathroom to dress her, and she had a panic attack. We called an ambulance, figuring that we might as well get her into the hospital now. She was in the emergency room by 2, and things were getting better to the point that we thought she'd be out of the hospital by 7. At 6, I had left to go home and finish my weekend's homework and run around to get some signatures for my National Honors Society application. Right before I left to collect my signatures, Dad called and told me that he took her to the bathroom right before 7 just to get it done before leaving. While in the bathroom, Mom had another violent panic attack, it looked like she would be spending the night. I went back to the hospital later that night. She was put in an oncology unit on the second floor and once I reached the room, Mom was grinning from ear to ear. She was still shaking, but she was happy about something. She told us that she was talking to God again, and she was responding as though she could understand him clearly. Pretty soon, I was asked to leave the room. I sat outside the room for about an hour and a half, waiting to be invited back in. At about 10:45, Josh and Ed Roden arrived there and definitely helped me through the remaining half hour before I could reenter. Once I was back in the room, Mom was completely herself with some extra shaking. A very encouraging sign as me and Dad left the hospital.
I'm not entirely sure of what happened on Monday, but it couldn't have been good. Mom was completely not herself. All of Monday, she would not allow me to come close to her, she said I was mean, and half the time she didn't believe I was Drew. On top of a horribly stressful day in general, I couldn't handle it. All me and Dad could do was cry, pray, and know that it was the medicine, not Mom. I can't really finish right now, but I'll make another update on Tuesday-Friday later tonight. I promise the good news is coming. We made them stop giving her the drug that made her how she was on Monday. Thanks for all the prayers, it definitely, definitely, definitely helps. And I'm serious too, because I used to have a nasty habit of saying I'd pray for people then forgetting about half the time, until this situation. Now I pray for everything I see. So we're serious. We need those prayers.
Drew
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