Slow breathing

Well, well. Emotionally it's been a tough week to take. It's almost over now, and I can breathe a little easier.

Amy's news on Tuesday brought us all to a halt. She's consumed my thoughts and prayers over these past few days. The kids and I have been carrying on through the days... getting our work done, doing fun stuff...

caring for the "pets"...

...but Amy's still always there right under the surface of my thoughts. I catch myself at times holding my breath, lost in thought. Must remember to breath slowly.

We have promises to claim and a God who hears.

Yesterday was the biopsy. Amy, the gremlin, couldn't eat anything after midnight before the procedure. She arrived at the hospital at 11am and the biopsy was scheduled to start at noon. That's a long time to go without eating. For me, anyway. Due to some bleeding at the needle site, they kept her in ACC until nearly 6pm. Psha. As soon as she was released, Vu drove her to meet me and Julie in Fayetteville for some sister-support time. We had good Italian food and Merlot. It was nice just to be together, knowing that everything will be okay.

The biopsy results will be back early next week. Regardless, we're all pretty sure that the next step is surgery, either to remove the entire kidney or to attempt a removal of the 2 inch tumor in the center. For Amy's age group, the successful treatment rate is almost 100%. Woohoo!