We prayed. We all prayed.
At 4 a.m. on Friday morning, we rushed Joey to the hospital in Muncie. Her pain had become too much to bear. A few hours later the doctors told us that the pain was from the cancer tumors continuing to grow and become inflamed and that we needed to concentrate now on helping her be comfortable.
Not the answer we hoped for... but the answer He has given us.
After a series of different medications that didn’t seem to touch the pain—heavy doses of morphine brought Joey sweet relief.
I spent the night in the hospital with her last night. Today we are planning to bring her home.
The last couple of mornings, I’ve brought Indiana up here to spend time with her mama. Both of their eyes light up the moment they see each other.
It’s been beautiful.
Yesterday I sat her down in front of her mama and they smiled and played and loved each other the way that only mamas and their little ones can. Afterward, when Indy got sleepy, Joey held her and sang “In The Garden” and other hymns as she softly stroked her silky blonde hair.
Perfect love filled that hospital room as we all held our breath and wiped our eyes.
Later this evening, when it was just Joey and I, Joey read into a couple of ‘recordable’ books to Indiana. The books are gifts from fans and friends that seemed to know how important it is to connect today to tomorrow for our little girl. Joey’s hope is that our little one will be able to sit on my lap in days to come and turn pages and hear her mama reading to her.
It was heartbreakingly beautiful to see and hear.
Hospice is arranged and a hospital bed will be delivered later this morning. We’ll have a play area on the carpet nearby—close enough for her to watch Indy play, and for Indy to turn and make sure her mama can see her.
Joey is at peace with where she is and where she’s going. So am I.
An answer to prayer.