I told you about barley tea, which we could get at any vending machine in Japan. It is a restorative drink, like American Gatorade, yet completely natural.
I have been brewing it here at home this past week.
I am so indescribably weary.
My mom’s heart rate is above 100/minute. This cannot last. Cancer has permeated her liver, her colon, her blood is infected with germs.
But it is a time of waiting, and I am worn out from the past week.
With each trial and sadness my endurance seems to ebb. I am happy to spend the nights with my mom, and someone must, but it seems the days are hard to get through for me without a nap!
I drink a lot of barley tea.
Cheri came home from Alaska. I am glad she did. When Ed got leukemia, she was only 11, and we were home-schooling. My mom picked up the slack while Ed and I were at the hospital. Therefore, Cheri has a very special bond with her grandma.
With weariness comes a compromised immune system.
I am drinking barley tea—-along with taking copious amounts of vitamin C and other supplements.
Still, I have felt a bit stuffed up.
Grief and sorrow will do that to you: tear down your immunities and let the foreign visitors in unchecked.
Family arrives today. My brother and my sister-in-law have been amazing, swooping in from New York, picking up the duties valiantly.
My mom has enjoyed the brief visits from many wonderful friends. She certainly had an impact on many people.
I am supposed to attend a wedding today, but I really cannot muster the energy or courage to be a part of a celebration. Frankly, I would probably be bad luck (if I believed in luck!)
I am grateful for the many, many years I have had my mom: 63 ! I am grateful for all she meant to me and to many, many others. I am praying for a swift passing, pain free.
The next time I see her she will be 30 something, and gorgeous. Heaven does that to people.
Come, Lord Jesus!
MARANATHA!