There's been so much excitement in the bloggosphere.
My buddy All You Who Hope is en route to picking up her baby girl. LifeHopes is counting the days until her baby girl is born. My friends, Living Advent, Finding Joy in Every Journey and Journey of One Couples Hopes to Have a Baby are all pregnant. And my crazy friend (I mean that with much love Sew!) Sew Infertile is getting her heart and home ready for foster care.
Honestly girls, did we actually think that this was possible so soon?
I keep reminding myself that it is also going to happen for me, but the timing isn't mine. I'm not in control and that there is a perfect plan for me as well.
All of this good fortune has given me hope, and hope is definitely something that I'm in need of.
My father-in-law started radiation yesterday. He's feeling pretty good and he doesn't expect to feel any ill-effects until about three weeks into his treatment. He has a buddy that lives in the same village that is taking him into the city (not the one we live in, but one closer to him) for his treatments. Mr. JB and I are so relieved that he doesn't have to be alone.
We got some more bad news. My FIL's girlfriend saw a specialist today (in the same city where he is having his treatment, but not at the same hospital) and it seems like the small-town doctor that diagnosed her with mini-strokes (or TIA's as they're called) was wrong. She's actually had a major stroke which explains why she has deteriorated so quickly since the summer. Over the Christmas holidays she was so confused, much more so that she was at Canadian Thanksgiving. The new specialist has changed her medicine and her family has sped up her transition to assisted living. The last thing that Mr. JB and I want is my FIL having to take care of her while he's undergoing radiation!
And if that isn't enough, Mr. JB's uncle was rushed to the hospital via ambulance because his kidneys have shut down. He has diabetes and is in pretty bad health. He's on dialysis right now and we don't know how long he's going to be hospitalized.
On a brighter note, my parents left for their holiday last night. They're gone for six weeks! My dad hasn't been back to his homeland since my grandmother passed away in 1998! He was so excited and that's pretty big for a guy that hates to travel.
Please keep my family members in your prayers. It's so hard to see your loved ones age and get sick. It frightens me to think of what is ahead.
p.s. The spotting stopped. I have no idea what is going on!
p. p.s. Tomorrow is the last day to enter my blog give-away. See my post from January 3rd if you haven't entered yet!