Friday was one of the hardest days of my life. Sean and I went to Boston to see a pain management specialist to help him with the debilitating effects of this cancer. He was admitted to Brigham and Women's Hospital immediately afterward. To walk out of that room and know that I couldn't just see him whenever I wanted to was one of the hardest things. New London is 20 minutes away, with travel I could easily ask someone to watch my kids for three hours and that still afforded me a 2 hour visit. Now, logistics takes much more doing. Today I am headed to Boston to visit. Thankfully I have so many people around me that when they offer help, it seems they really mean it. Today our old friends Mark and Sharon will be taking our children and will probably have them for 7 hours. That is a lot to ask. But, the kids are excited to go to see Mr. and Mrs. Morth. And I am at peace knowing I can travel and at least that part of my roller coaster ride is under control.
Yesterday 11 people came to my home and raked our leaves and mowed our lawn and cleaned our gutters. It was difficult work. It was a beautiful crisp fall day that they probably would have loved to spend anywhere else doing anything else. But, these were Jesus's hands and feet. And I felt at a loss as to how to properly express my gratitude. Flowers didn't seem enough. A thank you card paled. So, here I sit humbled and grateful and not quite sure what to do with it all.