Mom K is back to her old self- lucid, talking, enjoying the sunshine on the patio. We don't know what happened. She went from near comatose and dying to her old feisty self. She is still weak, isn't walking...but she is talking again. We did not expect this reprieve and it is a welcome respite in all the sorrow of the past week and months. Just goes to show once again, our times are not in our hands. So we have no right to give up, or to end a life prematurely. You just never know when God will decide to grant another day of warm sunshine on a beloved face. But I would like to say a word to the social worker who suggested we take her off all her meds and let her die: stuff it, lady. I mean that with all godliness and holiness, of course. Now I will go repent of that nastiness, and praise God for this unexpected blessing.
Psalm 31:15-16 (NIV)
My times are in your hands; deliver me from the hands of my enemies, from those who pursue me. [16] Let your face shine on your servant; save me in your unfailing love.
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Since when does a social worker get to suggest medical treatment? Report her.
ReplyDeletei know. She was reported, to both the doc and hospital staff. Arvo was LIVID,
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