Shouts of Deliverance

Yesterday, I arrived safely in Tucson on my errand of kicking butt at the hospital where my sister Amy is staying. She is doing her best to advocate for reasonable needs (e.g.pain meds on time, and a doctor trained in dealing with her issue, pancreatitis) but it is hard when one is in great pain, or loopy from the drugs. My job was to rant and rave on her behalf. This is work I am particularly well suited for.

By day's end, the nurses began scattering when I would approach the desk. However, by the end of the day, they seem to be a little more attentive and responsive to the issues poor Amy has been so frustrated by. They even claim to be scrounging up a comfortable chair for me to sit in...rather than the low back interogation chair currently at Amy's bedside. I have made it clear I am here to stay for the duration and while Amy may be drugged and incoherent at times, I am not drugged and usually coherent.

This is the amazing thing. Amy is in great discomfort, hooked to a million monitors, and yet she is keeping her cancer patient roommate cheerful and loved. She had me laughing so hard most of the day that my pancreas was hurting. I don't know how she does it but being around Amy, even when she is in wretched shape is always fun.

The good thing is she seemed to have turned a corner by the time I left last night. Her pain level was down, and her color and whole demeanor was better. We even strolled a good fifteen minutes or so around the hospital floor, the first real walking she has done in three days. Praying for real miracles of healing for her today!

Psalm 32:7
7 You are a hiding place for me;
you preserve me from trouble;
you surround me with shouts of deliverance.