a collective sigh...

I'm not saying we're good. I'm not saying quit praying. But I am saying, breathe.

Breathe. Don't we all take this word for granted? The simple process of inhale and exhale. Deep breath in.....exhale out. That is one of my favorite parts of yoga. I even make my students do it before a big test. Breathe. Lately I've been reminding myself to do it even though my body can do it on it's own. Watching a machine breathe for my daughter makes me appreciate each breath.

Dr. Q put a camera down into her lungs this morning and was going to extract any blockage; however, there was none that he could reach. This is a good thing! This means the pneumonia is down on the outer areas of the lungs. A good thing.

He sat down with me and Nick, drew us a picture, showed us a diagram, and then showed us the actual pictures taken from inside of her lungs. It actually looks good, healthy. He told us to breathe. He told us that she is in recovery mode. He told us to leave her room for a while, get some rest, and try to pull ourselves back together. He said now we wait for the lungs to heal, that they have taken the burden off of her. She is under enough sedation now that she won't open her eyes like she was doing earlier this morning. Those precious baby blues that light up my soul. She really is resting now and that lets me feel like I can go rest too. They have also recognized that she has some asthmatic symptoms and they are treating those as well. All we can do now is wait. Rest. Pray....try to relax a bit.

Some of you may be wondering how Nick is doing. I can't write about him because that is his story to tell and I am only telling you mine. In a way I am trying to respect his privacy. He is good. He is strong. And I love him dearly.

I am going to try to rest again. My sweet Brooke is here with me in the hospitality room, watching me go into this typing trance, waiting for me to shower so she can blow dry my hair for me. Such a sweet act of love. For some reason my arms aren't working so well. In fact, my left hand keeps jumping at the wrong keys and I have to backspace and make corrections every other line. But I want you all to know her progress, so I write.

I appreciate each prayer listed. Please keep praying. Again, your words of support and scriptures help me to keep breathing. Breathe.