The Gift (continued X)

I seeped out the automatic doors passing Courtney going back in to see her mom.
I said, "Hey, your mom keeps trying to tell me something. I just can't figure it out."
"I'll ask her." Court said.

I continued to mosey back to the waiting room, where I repeated everything the Dr. had shared. Everyone was pleased, we thanked God and then Debra and Audura bundled up and took off for the day.

Now when Courtney returned she was laughing at me.
"Aunt Peggy." She giggled, "All Mom wanted was a pillow under her butt!"
I laughed too and replied, "Oh, it was PILLOW! PILLOW! She was mouthing. Dang! I will never be good at reading lips when I go deaf!"

The thing is, as Merrym has shared before, her stump is so tiny, basically skin and bone, and there is no buttock left on that side, so her body is majorly off kilter. Especially when she is lying flat on her back, which she was. This arches and strains her back, so a pillow in that area is much needed.

Now those of us who stayed at the hospital for the next few hours took turns visiting Mer and planned a family dinner. We decided that it would be easier for us all if we just met up at Mom's house to eat. Glory would bring a large main course over. Her and Robert would prepare it. The others could just bring a simple side dish etc.

By about 5pm we took off, knowing that they were not going to allow us to meander in and out of ICU all night, since Mer was not on her death bed any longer. Ann, Robert and I drove to Mom's, which was about 20 minutes away. By this time it was pitch black out, very cold and snowing.

Mom was extremely glad to see us, hugging and kissing each of us as we entered her abode. We stomped the compact snow off our boots while she went over our sleeping arrangements. Silly Mom, we already knew the routine!
Ann would take the extra bedroom that mom likes to call, 'Ann's room' ???
Robert would take the hide-a-bed, and I would share Mom's queen size bed.

While Ann and I settled in, Robert, who loves to cook, took charge of the kitchen. Glory showed up a few minutes later with some food donated from her church. The two of them prepared it, while extended family flowed through the door.
We ate, visited and prayed. Mer never left our thoughts.

When Job's three friends, Eliphaz the Temanite, Bildad the Shuhite and Zopher the Naamathite heard about all the troubles that had come upon him, they set out from their homes and met together by agreement to go and sympathize with him and comfort him.
 Job 2:11

Love You Mer