Floor Number Four

How does one get to floor number four? Try taking the elevator from floor number 3.  And that's what my parents and I did on March 23rd. 

The news struck suddenly like a lightening bolt.  On floor number 3 my Mom, Fran, was admitted into the hospital to do some tests - she had been very recently feeling "out of breath" when giving minimal exertion, like climbing stairs in her home.  Within a few hours, in comes a man in black with news that my mom will be moved to floor number four in 1 hour to receive immediate blood transfusions for Acute Lymphoblastia Leukemia (ALL).

What...?....?

The bone marrow and blood transfusion unit.  Strict isolation.  Blue cover coats and shoe covers must be worn from visitors.

Shock sets in with cold sweats of disbelief. My legs buckled.

Three weeks later Mom has gotten through the worst and is now on the road to recovery on floor number four.   Lord willing, she should be home in 10 days. This road is a long one and it won't be easy.  She has shown her true colors in the midst of crisis...resilient faith in the Lord's capable healing and His love for her, perseverance in pain, continued kindness in her character towards others, and her neverending wit.

And the news for today: floor number four is.....temporary. 

"Christ alone - Cornerstone,

weak made strong, in the Savior's love -

through the storm, He is Lord-

Lord of ALL."

Hillsong -  "Cornerstone"

 

 

 

~Elizabeth