Then I move on to the day itself. Each day is different. Some days I simply thank him for the fortitude and stamina I need these days to stand at the sink and make our meals. I thank him for putting up with my complaining (yes, I do that, too many times) and whining. I thank him for his love.
I thank him for the appointment we had today and the fact that this doctor completely understood the long-term disabling effects of Hidradenitis suppurativa, and will be our doctor in treating Frank. This doctor is also willing, when officially requested to do so, to provide a statement that my nephew is no longer able to hold a job because of this condition.
I thank the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, all, for these things. And also for the meds we will be picking up (after dropping off the Rx today) for Frank's diabetes, blood pressure and an antibiotic to combat the condition to some degree.
Oh, this doesn't mean I am not still worried about a lot of things. I have no idea how I will meet some financial obligation still coming due before the end of the month. Robbing Peter to pay Paul works for a while but then even Peter doesn't have anything left. We're at that stage, but I know it will work out. It always does. And many of you share these worries in your own households.
Sweet Jesus, thank you for so many blessings these days, and always. It has been a long road and we still have a long way to go. Still, it is easier traveling when we know you have our backs. Please continue to bless us. And please bless the folks we know who also suffer with both medical and financial worries. And thank you for loving them, as well.