The most recent phone call that brought me to my knees, came on March 1, at 3:06 am. My brother called in the early morning hours to let me know that our mother was being taken by ambulance to a hospital in Indianapolis. She was having a stroke.
For the next several days we waited. She was in ICU and everyday my brother would text or call to let me know of her condition. Some days he wouldn't know what to say because things didn't look good and then there were days the news was positive.
In the meantime our soldier was home for leave. He had been away for a very long time and we were relishing every minute that we were able to spend with him. And yet, in the back of my mind, I kept thinking of the next phone call I would receive from my brother.
Our mother did improve each day. She was eventually moved to a rehabilitation center where she would do therapy for her hand and her leg. Both were extremely weak. She also had to wear an eye patch due to double vision; a condition caused by the bleed in her brain.
At the end of March, I was finally able to go to Indiana to visit with her. She was to be released from rehab and taken to my brother and sister-in-law's house. I was to help take care of her during my week's stay, but unfortunately she had another mini-stroke on her second day there. She was then put back into another rehab facility. Each day, while visiting with her, I saw that she was improving. By no means was she back to normal, and I know that she will never be the person that she was before the stroke.
During this entire time our churches were praying for her. It meant the world to me to have my church and my friends praying for my mother. Prayer is sometimes the only thing that you have to hang on to when you receive the call that brings you to your knees.
Thank you to those who were on their knees praying for our family.
Love from the Preacher and I
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