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9:20 am

Last night, when we got home from Urgent Care (again), there was a glorious knitter’s basket outside our door: the very best yarns, cards, a hat, cashmere fingerless gloves–Richard waved each piece in front of my nose but I could barely open my eyes, but let me tell all you local knitters at Purlescence, we were thrilled. I’m still working towards being able to really admire it when I can walk over there a little better.

I answered a text message with three words after we got home and was instantly in the most intense pain for three hours, but I had to let Jasmin know that yes we got it.  I mean, how could I not answer her?  (Well, yeah, I should have let someone else do it.)

So I did not expect today to be great.

I woke up to the phone ringing 8ish? with the UPS guy wanting to know if he could drop it off at the door. Yes. He put the box down at 9:20 and Mom flung the door open and yelled “THANK YOU!” after him.

I’d fallen back asleep and then I woke up with a sense of a profound light bursting over a wall in front of me.

They wanted me at my doctor’s for observation while the Humira went in.  Four epipens today for the first dose.  Lene, you’re right, it stung but oh wow did it feel wonderful to finally have it be going in.

We got home again, I bled some more and collapsed asleep in bed till now.  I am actually sitting up in bed–I can hardly believe it.  Yesterday, moving any single muscle connected to my stomach had me bleeding and barfing, and how many things does that leave you? You can nod your head. You can wiggle your eyebrows. That’s it.  Today is night and day away from that. Not that I want to feel like I do now, but… Hope and the beginning of healing are an incredible thing.

The nurse warned us it’s not instant healing, though; you have to generate new cells. Often takes about a week. But after what I’ve been through, if that week is like right now, I can handle that.  I’ve certainly done worse.

I cannot tell you how much your thoughts, faith, prayers, and messages mean to us and I thank you for taking the time to do it.  God bless all of you.

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