Remember how much fun it was for me when my daughter
woke me up at 4:00 in the morning on Monday
to tell me how she just threw up?
Well she threw up all morning and had such a high fever.
And she never left her bed.
Well the guest room bed since her bed was being fumigated.
She's never been this sick.
By Monday evening I knew something was wrong.
I had been pressing on her belly all day and she had no pain at all.
Until 7:30 at night.
We rushed up to the hospital and by 11:00 she was
having surgery to remove her appendix.
All is well now.
We are home.
She's in quite a bit of pain.
But it's so good to see her sleeping on our couch instead of the
hospital bed she's been in since Monday.
The Colonel was able to get an emergency phone call to us that was
routed through the Pentagon.
I missed the phone call but he left a really nice message
which I was able to play for Olivia to let her know that her daddy misses
her and was so worried about her.
I think I'm going to write a soap opera
since my life seems to resemble one lately.
God is so good.
He's been so faithful to me.
Thank you Lord for Your protection on my family.
And in case you're wondering, my mother had her
appendix removed when she was 19.
I had mine removed at the age of 6.
My sister had hers removed also when she was 6.
And my son Michael had his removed when he was 9.