Louisiana Sandusky writes in her journal to let her know that her hospitalized chlidren are improving.
October 1, 2007~
Dear Journal~
Louisiana here. Sorry for writing in here again (you need a break from me!), but had to tell you that Johnny is due home from the hospital by the weekend. Ronee' is finally responding to the pain medications. She isn't hurting nearly as much, she even ate a little. Good news all around; the doctors are very pleased.
So am I. Those two--Johnny and Ronee'--have put enough grey in my hair to last me the rest of my life. I have a whole headful of grey hair on account of those two, but they aren't the only ones. The other kids have contributed their share, too. Life, as a whole, has caused me to go completely grey, even though I am not forty years old yet.
(Thank God for Clairol! LOL Yes, you heard it from me: I dye my hair. I dye it blue-black, my real hair color before the grey took over. When I don't dye my hair, I look like a grandmother.)
Bill just called me from the hospital to tell me the news; I am estatic beyond words. The prayers have helped, and the other children are happy that their sick brother and sister are doing better. The mood around the house has gotten much lighter; the kids are noisier, and I hear the sounds of children's afternoon television echoing through the hallways.
I will have to e-mail Kendra, Naomi, and Louisa with the news. They'll be as happy as I am at this moment at the news.
The weather here is warmish, still in desperate need of rain. We had some last week, a welcome sight indeed, but it's going to take more than a few inches to bust the drought that's taken hold of the Southern States. It may cool off next week, too; it will finally feel like fall here; right now it feels more like summer.
Emir has adjusted well to his new prosthetic limbs, but I have to keep reminding him not to use them as weapons; if he gets mad he will strike out, he'll hit his offending brothers or sisters with his prosthetic arms until the other kids come running to me, screaming their heads off.
Or he'll head-butt them.
Habir, Opal, and Emma-Ruth continue to expand their English skills; they are learning new words every day. They love school, and the teachers love them right back. They are doing very well, much to our delight.
Vincente, our little foster child, is even doing well. He is no longer the shy, scared little guy he was when he came: he interacts with his brothers and sisters, and he is proving to be a delightful little boy with a winning personality. Vincente could be a singer or actor, he's that outgoing. He's very smart; we love him to pieces.
Well, I am going to go. I heard Bill's VW Bug pull in the driveway; hopefully he brought me something good to eat. I did ask him to pick me up some food from Golden Corral; I'm getting hungry...God bless and will write in here in a few days!
Compassion heartwarming journal, not only of the children journey but that unnamed personal one walking barefoot on a valley of thorns.
Thanks for sharing.
Georg
I bet those prosthetic arms pack quite a punch! S'pose insurance doesn't cover an injury inflicted by a fake limb! Can just hear the insurance agent, now, "What are we covering again, Sandusky?!" Bill has a VW bug...guess I haven't read that before. Thanks for the Thoughts and Musings today, Karen Lynn...I want to wish you and Karla a very good filming on tv tomorrow and you'll do just fine. Don't be nervous...you'll be in your own space tomorrow and then the next day, Karla's voice will be crisp for the reading and the weather will be climate-controlled inside the tv studio when you travel to meet your weatherman...I am so proud of the two of you. Good luck, Twins...
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
A wicked Cajun Fairy named Robes Pierre entered the impenetrable Magical doll land of Sha Bebe. Queen Faustina, the ruler of the doll land, thought she had destroyed him, but he's back! Will the doll land survive his evil ways?
A wicked Cajun Fairy named Robes Pierre entered the impenetrable Magical doll land of Sha Bebe. Queen Faustina, the ruler of the doll land, thought she had destroyed him, but he's back! Will the doll land survive his evil ways?
