I was somewhat comforted after a long tearful prayer while I was driving home last night. I told God I was laying all my fears at His feet. I may be alone in this fight for my daughter but I am not really alone. God has always been with me. If it weren’t for Him I would have crumbled a long time ago because I’m weak.

Trial after trial, I am being broken into many pieces but I am going to be built over and over by my Maker. He is making me stronger so I can give my strength to other people. I must be strong as well for my daughters.

I started the day appreciating the sunshine and flowers. I haven’t stopped praying.

Prayer of thanks that I have a roof over my head and resources to support my daughter’s medical needs. I’m so thankful that I have my family to support me. My mom will be staying in my house for a while to cook Twin I breakfast and see her off to school while Twin A and I will be in PGH. My sisters will look after my household and take care of Twin I’s meals.

I can’t emphasize enough how good it is that we have already transferred here when this medical crisis had sprung up. I can’t imagine managing my life if we still had been living in QC with Twin I left only with the househelp.

I can get past this. I have to.

Tomorrow is the first day of classes for my 8th Graders. I’m back to waking up at 5 am 😴🥱

But I’d rather have this than being awakened every hour by nurses and fellows/residents as they poke and pry my patient. Plus Twin A had to go to the bathroom with assistance if she’s hooked up to the IV.