My What A Difference...

...a few hours makes.

Last night we were mostly stable, but very poor Frankly daddy expected (because the doctor told him to) to be called back into the hospital as mommy was being transferred to the ICU and having a breathing tube/ventillator put in. That never happened.

4 hours ago we were running down a cardiac scare thinking she might be having some sort of cardiac event. We were also ultra sounding and prepping for the thoracentisis (draining that fluid) that we posted about. That never happened.

And now, well, daddy is laying in mommy's bed typing out this message and mommy is in her wheelchair, off the breathing machine and on just a little bit of oxygen. She is moving herself around and finally making decisions for herself again. If things go the way they have been in a few hours she may even be off the little bit of oxygen that she is on.

There is nothing we can attribute this turn around to except prayer. Don't know why we would be surprised as we have felt His miraculous hand smack us upside the head time and time again. Haven't talked with mommy about it, but daddy (yet again) has a renewed understanding of walking through the valley of death and the promises surrounding that trek. Ever think about the fact that the Bible says we WALK through the valley, not hang out and camp there? That is pretty cool.