We)l ilI hope to have a good day today. My mom is coming to one of my pt classes so she can see how to help me when I am at her house. You don’t want to have a bunch of good days then fall flat on your face in front of your mother.
Mom’s always understand. Don’t sweat it dude you are a stronger man than 90% of us.
I had 5 broken ribs in 2019, had to have my mother come stay with me a while. It was tough to just ask her to help me out of a chair. Sometimes you just have to bite the bullet and swallow your pride. I know how tough that is, but that’s what is going to help you get better. Do you or your wife need anything. Is there anything we can do to help?
I am just glad you are getting better.
yeah i totally understand about not wanting to have a bad day after many positive ones… the PT i had to do with cancer to get going agian wasnt as bad as i had thought in my mind it would have been. the differfence with me though is it was my wife mostly who was taking care of me, and my in-laws. when you’ve been as sick as 1911 or i have been, you kinda loose all of your pride and all of your dignity (mostly this at the hospital in front of all the nurse staff)
either way 1911, just keep fighting, keep getting better, and we’re all here for you.
Hey guys I am so sorry for being gone so long. My life has been one struggle after another. Every time I take two steps foward I end up being pushed back one step. At times I feel like I get kicked back even further. I have for the most part recovered most of my strength back. I don’t have the dexterity that I used to have. I definitely don’t have much stamina because of the large amount of damage and scarring in my lungs. I only have 30 to 40% of healthy lung tissue left. All of the rest of my lungs are scar tissue and they wont ever heal or transfer oxygen from my lungs to my red blood cells again.
Texting takes longer because I keep hitting the wrong letter and I have to go back and correct my mistakes. I also have a problem with keeping my words in the correct order when I am trying to write a sentence. So many times I have to read my post or text many times because I keep finding mistakes that I have to correct. It is so embarrassing to send a post or text to then realize that I still had mistakes that I didn’t correct. I really don’t want to come across to someone as an idiot that can’t write a simple post or text properly. I still struggle with having the basic sentence structure correct, spelling errors, words that I left out of a sentence or words in a sentence in the wrong place. Many times my brain is out running my hands and I skip words to the word that my brain is currently on.
I have major short term memory loss. This causes many different problems for me. If I wasn’t border line OCD about where I put my belongings then I wouldn’t be able to find my butt with both hands. Being a structured individual has helped me so much. I can say that my time in the military and LE taught me many valuable life lessons that I could add to a very good upbringing by my parents. I will also say that being a stubborn individual not willing to give up on something that I am determined to accomplish has also helped me. All of my physical therapists, home health nurses, my many doctors and family were all fussing at me because in their eyes I was pushing too hard and taking too many risks. I did not agree and continued to push myself until I knew that my body was really telling me to stop. I have pushed myself all of my life. I know that my body is stronger than my mind. Your mind will try to tell you to stop but in reality you can go so much further than than you think. I know my body better than anyone else and I knew when it was time to stop. If my occupational or physical therapist told me to do a certain exercise or to walk a certain distance then I always did my best to do more than was asked. I really always tried to double what was asked of me. There were times that I could barely complete what was asked of me because my heart rate would get so high trying to compensate for my lowering O2 level in my blood.
I am not putting down any of the health care people that took care of me. For the most part I was very well taken care of. My wife being a nurse for 35 years and having always worked in one of the CCU, ICU, Cardiac or ER she stayed on top of everyone and made sure that I was well taked care of. She didn’t mind speaking her mind to whoever she was talking to but at the same time she was professional about it. My wife also being an employee of the hospital that I was in surely didn’t hurt. We also both knew most of my doctors for a very long time so they didn’t take offense when my wife asked about doing different tests and procedures on me. I can honestly say that if I didn’t have the wife that I have I wouldn’t be as far along and in the shape that I am in.
I can honestly say that I have had two miracles in my life the past two years. First off out of all the patients that my Pulminologist had to finally put on the ventilator only two of his patients came off of the vent alive. I am one of those two patients. I don’t know what the odds were of me living to come off of the ventilator but they were very very slim. The second miricle is being at the point that I am at now. I have physically progressed so much further than I was ever expected to progress to. I can now go without O2 if I am not really exerting myself too much. I will always have to have O2 available in case I need it. I bought my own oxygen concentrator and oxygen compressor to have oxyge at home and to fill the oxygen tanks that I had to buy. At night I sleep with my oxygen hooked into my CPAP machine. If I am working in my gun room I will usually wear it to help me not to become fatigued so fast. If I am out of the house running errands I take oxygen with me but I only use it when I have to.
I also have a medical background as one of my MOS while I was enlisted in the military was a medic. When I was told by two of my doctors that in their opinion the best path foward was to put me on the ventilator I knew that that was a death sentence to me. At that time I wasn’t at my home hospital but in a hospital 130 mikes away from home. I had to call my wife and tell her that the doctors wanted to put me on the ventilator. We both fully understood the ramifications of that action. We said the things that we had to say to each other like it was most likely the last time that we would ever speak to each other.
I spent the next 10 weeks totally sedated and on a ventilator. During that time the nurses were told as protocol to stay out of the covid patients room as much as possible. If they had to go into a covid patients room then do everything that they could do while they were in the room so that they wouldn’t have to go back into the room. Whilr on the vent both of my lungs collapsed several times. I ended up with two chest tubes on my left side and three on my right side. I had feeding tube placed through my skin into my stomach for feeding and medication. I had a urinary catheter, anal catheter, IV, a pick line, and a J&G tube surgically implanted also for fluids and meds. I also had a tracheostomy for tube going into my lungs for the ventilator. During the ten weeks that I was on the ventilator I was not turned properly so I ended up with a stage 4 decubitus bedsore on my ischum or hip bone and at thr top of my butt crack. Sorry I don’t know how else to say that. The wound is on my left buttock right above where your butt and leg come together. I spent from 12/3/21 to 04/27/22 in different holsitals and physical therapy centers. I was so weak coming out of the coma I had to re-learn how to do everything again. I couldn’t do anything for myself. I couldn’t talk because of the tracheostomy. I couldn’t write because I had no strength at all. I physically could not open a chapstick tube because I was to weak to get the cap off. I couldn’t turn myself in bed from one side to the other. I was literally stuck in whatever postion that the nurse put me in. I couldn’t sit up or even pull myself up in the hospital bed when I slid down in the bed. The only way that I could try to communicate was to move my lips so that hopefully the other person could read my lips. I had one nurse that was really good at reading my lips. It was always a relief to me to see her come in to work. My wife asked specifically that anytime that she was working that I was to be her patient because without her many times I could never get across what I needed or wanted. There were many times that I lay in bed not being able to move, help myself, to explain what I needed or wanted. I had to just lay there and try not to fixate on what was bothering me or what I needed. My wife still had to work but she would come up to my floor and check on me when she was doing rounds on her floors. I also had other friends and relatives that worked in the hospital that would check on me periodically. From the time that I came off of the vent to the beginning of April I didn’t have anything to eat or drink. It was several months but it seemed like a lifetime. I could deal with not eating because I had a feeding tube and I wasn’t hungry. Not being able to drink anything or even have ice chips to moisten my mouth nearly drove me crazy. I drink all of the time and I always have a cup when I leave the house. At night I have a glass of ice water on by bedside table. At times my mouth would get so dry that when someone came to do my mouth care I would keep the liquid in my mouth and swish it around then swallow it to moisten my throat also. I got dirty looks when I didn’t spit out the liquid. I figured that as far as I was concerned I was a POW and that the enemy had captured me. I was being tortured so anything that I could do to mess with them or cause them concern was worth the risk. It was the only joy that I had. I kept my mind busy thinking of things to mess with them about. It was all in good fun and thet knew exactly what I was doing because I would that look and they would shake their finger at me. The nurse and nursing techs were always curious of what I would come up with next to mess.with them. If they came to give me meds in my IV or to flush any of my IV or ports they would bring alcohol swabs and a syringe filled with normal saline to flush the line after giving any meds. I would distract them by pointing to something and I would take their syringe or alcohol pads and hide them in my hand. When they went back to what they were doing they would start looking for what I had taken. It was hard to keep a straight face. Many times they would go back to the nursing desk to get what they were missing. I would then move what I had taken to somewhere that it could be seen again in plain sight. When they came back I would let them get started again then tap them on the arm and point at what I had taken. Some of them would get so frustrated and say that they were loosing their mind. I got the biggesr kick out of doing stuff like that. I didn’t want to watch the crappy shows that they had on tv. I couldn’t use my cell phone because I didn’t have enough dexterity, I tired so easily that I couldn’t hold the phone for long before my muscles started cramping and shaking. I really didn’t have much that I could do other than sleep when I wasn’t in physical therapy, occupational therapy or getting tests done.
I have a lot more to tell you guys about after I actually got back to my own house till now but my fingers are threatening to fall off my hands if I don’t take a break. As far as all of the mistakes that I have made in this text I have corrected some of them. Right now my hands and brain are too tired try to correct anymore. I figured that you guys probably needed some comic relief anyway so go ahead and laugh. Point some of my mistakes and we can laugh together. If you can’t laugh at yourself then you think way too much of yourself.
Glad you’re back on the forum. Sorry to hear you have went to hell and back. I believe some of had expected a different outcome for you.
GOD be with you.
Good to hear that you are on the mend. Hope that as your strength and stamina continue to improve you will be able to be more active in the forum again.
God bless and keep the faith.
Greg, I laughed til I cried - I literally teared-up a bit seeing your post!
We have Missed you in here something fierce - every time a 1911 discussion came up, I’ve thought of you, and wondered how you were doing.
The Struggle is Real - and in your case, it is obvious your struggles have been physical as well as mental.
God! But it’s so good to hear from you, and see you’re still kicking! What are a few typos amongst friends?
Bless you, my friend - God Bless You.
I don’t know you but it sounds like you’re strong as a hammer forged 1911.
Keep up the fight sir and God speed to you and your Rock, your wife. My Rock also saved my life.
Prayers for you sir 
Glad to hear from you, and hope you continue to get stronger. We need some wisdom around here to offset the B.S. 
Look forward to seeing some more pictures your museum quality collection again.
Great to hear from you Greg. Keep doing what you’re doing to recover. Give your wife a collective hug from all of us. You’re on lots of prayer lists and your post is an answered prayer. There will be more I’m sure.
There is nothing that I could say to add to what has already been said. Amen to what all you gentlemen have said.
I have been greatly humbled by all of the support, prayers, offers of help, the get well cards, the phone calls, texts and people going out of their way to just say a few words of encouragement. I have always been a religious person. I fully admit that I have not always been the best role model to look up to but I always had a relationship with the Lord. Due to my job I never really had any set work schedule. Many times I had no set days off, being on call 24/7 for weeks at a time. I wasn’t able to attend church as much I should have. Other times when I could have attended church I was exhausted and sleeping or I was expecting to get called in to work. Too many times I had no choice but to work 50 and 60 hour work weeks or get fired.
The members of my church have been so supportive of my wife, mother and myself. So many prayers, meals were brought over and people were always asking my mom and my wife about me and how I was doing. Church members were always asking if we need anything or if they could do anything for us. My heat pump went out when I was in a coma at MUSC at Charleston in January. It was very cold atvthat time. My wife really didn’t know who to call because I usually fixed things like that or I had someone to call. A guy at church somehow found out about it. He called my wife and came to the house to look at the heat pump. The electrical board somehow got fried. He replaced the electrical board, serviced the heat pump and cleaned the gas burner. When he was finished he told my wife that he was able to fix the heat pump and told her all of the stuff that he did to fix it and the maintenance that he preformed. When my wife asked how much she owed him he told her that it was his gift to us. He said that it was placed in his heart to do it for us and he was blessed that he was the one that was able to help.
So many of the guys that I worked with kept up with me. They were praying for me and had me on their church prayer list. They came by the hospital to see me. Many of them donated some of their personal leave time to me and took up a collection for me. Remember that at my job we were worked to death and time off was very valuable to all of us. For people to give up that time off with their family and donate that day to me is a big deal. I honestly didn’t know what to say to them. Guys that worked with my brother knew about what I was going through and they had me on their cburch prayer list. You guys know about all that was done for me on this forum alone. So many prayers from people that I didn’t personally know or had ever met. I am a member of a few other gun forums and the same thing was happening on those forums. Many of those forums had members from around the world that were praying and sending cards to me while I was in the hospital.
There are other simple acts of kindness like some of the nursing staff would go out of their way do little things for me or my family members that were staying with me in the hospital. Many times when a family member was staying with me my nurses would order an extra food tray for my family member so that they didn’t have to leave to go get something for them to eat. During that time all of the medical facilities had strict Covid regulations. Most facilities would only let one person in at a time to see or visit with me. A few facilities would only let one or two people that were approved to visit with me and nobody else was allowed to visit. So many times the nurses would look the other way so that family members could visit me that otherwise wouldn’t have been able to see me at all. When I was in MUSC at Charleston they were not supposed to let anyone into my room that wasn’t a hospital employee. Well my wife was an employee at MUSC but in Florence not Charleston. Well the nursing supervisor said that the directive stating that only hospital employees could go into a Covid patients room but it didn’t state that the person had to be an employee at MUSC at Charleston just an MUSC employee. They would let my wife give me a bath and other nursing care. She had to comply with all of the hospitals regulations as far as protective gear and Covid. My wife said that just being able to touch me and talk to me was a blessing that she would never forget.
I am lucky in so many ways and I have a lot to be thankful for. It wasn’t my charming personality that made people go out of their way for me. It came from their own kindness, compassion and humanity. Having been in LE a few years I have seen the things that some people will do to other people over simple, petty and stupid things. I always expected the worse from people but prayed for the best. Now I have a little more hope that there are still people in this world that don’t always think of themselves first. There are good compassionate people that will take time to think about and pray for a complete stranger simply because that is what the Lord expects from all of us. I don’t know what type of religion that many of you place your faith in but know that there is a higher power weither you believe or not. There isn’t one of my many doctors that can medically or scientifically can explain why I am alive today. Either I am one of the luckiest people in this world or a higher power still wanted me in this world.
Greg, it’s so great to hear from you. You have been in my prayers, I would read threads, see your avatar and wonder how you were doing. The silence for so long was disheartening. My best friend I worked with is in basically the same situation you were, except it wasn’t covid. He had an Aortic Dissection and had to have a liner placed inside his aorta. The only thing that saved his life was from a higher power. The hospital had already told his wife he was not going to make it and to say her goodbyes. Out of nowhere, a regional expert in that specific surgery had just finished teaching his surgery students a class on the procedure, and was at a hospital 30 minutes from where my friend was.
As they prepped the OR, my friend was transported to the other hospital and the surgeon made all the residents stay to observe the surgery because they may not every get a chance to see it done.
He was in the ICU on a vent for 2 months, his kidneys were failing and also had prostate cancer, as well as, Parkinson’s.
He told me about a month after he was released from the hospital and in a rehab facility, via text, his wife and son were visiting and he could not communicate to them to make the house payment. He handled all the finances and his wife didn’t know how to even pay the bills. He described just like you did how hard it was to make a simple communication.
Glad to have you back with us, if it’s too exhausting to write long post, just give us a short shout out every now and then. I am in the process of sending records to a specialty hospital because of multiple issues that have basically been undiagnosed or untreated for 11 years, until it finally took me out 9 years ago on Oct. 7th. I have been very worried about it, since I will be out of state and not know anyone. Everything you have relayed just renewed my faith that I will be in God’s hands.
If there’s anything I can do for you, PM me. I will be more than happy to help any way I can.
Best wishes and Prayers brother !
Thank you so much for the kind words and thoughts. I wanted to tell a little part of my experience to all of you for a reason. First off I am so appreciative of everything that you guys have done for me. I also wanted to share my experience because of how divided and hostile the people in the US and around the world have become. It is so disheartening to see on the news or reading on the internet everyday about how people are killing each other. People breaking the law with impunity and getting away with it while people and LE stand by and watch it happen. Our world seems to have gone crazy. My experiences over the last two years have let me see a completely different side of people. Lets face it reporting on acts of kindness and the good things that people do for each other doesn’t sell or make ratings. Our culture is so caught up in the violence and political vitriol that we don’t see each others kindness and humanity. There are plenty of good decent and caring people left in this world. If you get caught up in the negative aspects of todays society many times we all fail to see the positive side of humanity. Many comments have been posted about the kindness and generosity shown by the members of this forum. It is one small example of the many acts of kindness and understanding that happens every day around the world. I guess that I am trying to say that don’t get caught up in the negative events of today. There are just as many positive things that people do for each other as negative things. It is so easy to overlook the small pleasures in life. Stop and smell the roses. Don’t take the small things in life for granted. You don’t know how precious those little things are until they are gone. I will keep both you and your friend in my prayers. Believe it or not the Lord is always with us and he does answers our prayers. One poem that has always been a favorite of mine is footprints in the sand. My aunt cross-stitched that poem and framed it. I remember that it was always in her guest bathroom. It was positioned on the wall so that you could read it while doing your business. I always read it everytime I went into her bathroom. My family had that poem on my dad’s funeral program. I always try to remember it when things don’t go the way that I want them to. The poem means even more to me now after all of the things that I have been through.
Glad to see your name again Greg!!
1911, SO GLAD YOU ARE BACK!!! man i’m so sorry you 've had such a rough go of it… but you have been missed, I’ve been praying for ya brother. Ive been through some of the same situations as you have, but not near all of them, and man you are one heck of a trooper sir. GOD Is GREAT! Praise the Lord! Talk about having some tests sir… I am just beside myself from what i just read about all that you have gone through. Dont worry about mis-spellings or incoherent speaking, i do it all the time and they keep me around here still. I’m so glad to see this post from you sir. Welcome back!! this is such a blessing for us all! it sounds like you got blessed in your younger years as i have been by an angel of a wife. that is a big blessing in itself sir. It sounds like your care was done very well by a great team of doctors overall… im thankful for your healing, and look forward to more posts from you Greg. Welcome Back again sir. Welcome back!!!
Thank you very much Steve it is so goood to hear from you. I have also thought about you numerous times. I know from some of our past conversations that you also had so much on your plate dealing with cancer and other medical issues. I am still dealing with the stage 4 decubitus bedsore. I am pretty certain that even after plastic surgery that I am going to have to have surgery again. It is healing but the amount of drainage coming from it isn’t a good sign. I go back to the plastic surgeon in 2 weeks and I guess we will see where this goes. I have been kept busy the last year with all of my medical and personal issues. Due to all of the meds that I am on and the different nebulizer meds it often makes me nauseous, feel bad and not want to do much at all. My mother has dementia. She is still functioning at this point but it is obvious that my brother and I have some tuff decisions in the not to distant future. My brother and I share the financial power of attorney over her assets and I have the sole medical power of attorney so that many times that keeps me busy dealing with her affairs. My brother has prostate cancer. Last month he went to a very well known surgeon in Florida and had his prostate taken out. The cancer was advanced but the surgeon is sure that he was able to get it all before it metastasized into other surrounding tissues. That was a huge relief for us all. My mom has had it hard dealing with her dementia and having both of her sons with life threatening medical conditions. I am still fighting with the Railroad Retirement Board trying to get my medical occupational disability after 18 months and counting. They are supposed to either approve or deny your application within 4 months. Due to covid they are backlogged so you can’t make an appointment to meet and discuss your case and trying to get through on the phone takes hours only to be told that your case is still pending after 18 months. I haven’t had a paycheck or disability insurance payment since December. I am in good financial shape right now because I knew that this was coming so I put as much of my disability insurance payments and my railroad sickness payments from the RRB away into savings. It is just infuriating to work like I have had to do for 23 years to qualify for early retirement and then not to be able to get approved in a timely manner. I got my real first job when I was 14. During high school I worked after school. I have worked all of my life and I have been raped paying the amount of taxes that I have. I have literally never drawn a dime of government assistance. You look around you at the multitude of people gaming the system and it is upsetting. The song Rich men of Richmond strikes a cord with me because I am living it. I say all of this not for pity because I will make it through it but to expain some of the reasons that I have been absent. When you feel really bad you don’t feel like communicating too much. I am sure that you fully understand that. On the positive side of things I am doing better. My strength has come back for the most part. Being able to do without oxygen for hours at a time is a huge blessing to me. Nobody thought that I would get to the point to where I could do without oxygen. When I am on oxygen I am only on 1 liter. When I go out I have several small oxygen cylinders that I use and I use a pulse conservator set on 1 liter. I am sure that you understand just how aggravating it is to have to drag an oxygen tube around with you in the house. I wish that I had a dollar for everytime that I stepped on my oxygen cord or it got caught on something and it gets ripped off of my face. I know that I will never be able to do without supplemental oxygen but any break from it is a true bessing. I have had one major blessing in my life. My first grandchild was born last December the 24. She was not expected until February of this year. My daughter in law had to be taken into surgery and a c section was done because because her blood pressure was so high that it could have been fatal to both of them. My granddaughter’s name is Sadie and she spent a little over a month in the NICU. She was only a little over 4 pounds at birth. She is doing awsome now at 9 months old. She is active and she has the best disposition. Everyone comments on how happy she is all of the time. She only gets upset when she is hungery or she is tired and fighting sleep. My wife took the below video the other week. She is one of the main reasons that I thank the Lord everyday for letting me live long enough to see her and spend time with her.
Greg,
you’re very welcome, and flattered that you had thought about me while you were undergoing all that hardship. i never had the bedsores that bad thankfully, but i certainly know they can be no joke, and it sounds like you really are fighting that one very hard. I’ll pray it heals faster for you now that you are having to deal with the plastic surgeons with it i hope it can get fixed up pretty quickly. I bet you have kept busy with everything. sometimes dealing with the medical issues paperwork is overwhelming and a job unto itself. I’ve had to fight through a good bit of that too in the past. The bills will come forever though, i don’t think I’ll ever be done with the bills. its a never ending mountain.
I’m sorry to hear about your mother having dementia. is it early on or is it advanced stages? and is she also fighting Alzheimer’s with it or no? I pray its by itself. I’ve had seen some episodes of both together and it can be very very difficult on the family and the member of course fighting it. She is lucky she has you and your brother there for sure. I get about the meds by the way making you nauseas. that’s pretty much the normal part of my life there. there’s a nice cycle i have, meds you take make you sick an nauseas, then you take meds to not be sick and nauseas, so you can then take more meds to make you sick and nauseas again. its fun. lol NOT.
I was unaware about your brother having Prostate Cancer and its great to hear that the surgeons fairly positive about having gotten it all that he could tell. the prostate surgeries and treatments have gotten real good over the years, and many can be done without any side effects too. I’ll add him and his cancer fight to my list as well, as your mom and her dementia.
wow it sounds like your family has been through it lately and I’m sorry for it. then you have to deal on top of it with the retirement board and all that bureaucracy trying to get just what you’ve earned and are due. it just doesn’t seem fair that you have to fight all the time for things like this. sometimes i wonder how anything gets done at all with all these hoops we have to jump through these days. It is wonderful that you were smart and was able to setup yourself to be in good financial shape. many don’t have that chance and are messed up over it. God has been watching out for you and yours thankfully. I’m like you about working though. my first real job for pay was a camp counsellor at 13 for the boy scouts. and then at 15 i started working for Winn Dixie. I’ve worked the rest of my life since with only one month hiatus where i was unemployed due to being laid off. I cant say i never depended upon the government, cause i did have that one month of unemployment, but I’ve also worked for the state for 15+ years now too so that kind of fits the bill for living off the government (state) even if I do work a job for it. lol.
It is kind of funny you brought up Oliver Anthony. I’ve been hit upside the head by his song a couple a weeks ago, and since then I’ve been digging into his music and life and what he has up on YouTube. he’s an interesting fellow, and his music really hits hard to the “average” man. I’ve seen liberal folks on the toob do review videos of his song, Richmond, and they all have been overwhelming positive reviews of his song and music. even folks you wouldn’t think would be positive… it really connects with the average American sadly. for those of you fellers who aint heard of him nor his song Rich men North of Richmond here’s a link to it.
some of his other songs hit just as hard. check out his “I’ve got to get sober” and it’ll throw you back in your chair. you’re so right about not wanting to communicate, or really do much of anything, when you don’t feel well. I’m so thankful you’ve been healing as much as you have and to show your strength has came back as much as it has is truly a miracle in its self. I cant even begin to count how many times I’ve had stepped on my 02 hose, or gotten it stuck, or had it ripped off my face by some movement i did, or worse my dogs running by me to fast and catching it… having to be on oxygen really stinks sometimes.
That is so awesome about your first grandadughter, shes so precious!!! thanks for sharing the video!!! also good work with her with your strenght sir!!! that is amazing! Such a blessing for your daughter and her family, as well as you and yours as a whole… truly beautiful. a good friend of ours just had her first child. she came early, and it was a difficult pregnancy to begin with, as the mother is in her mid 30s and overweight, and had many complications medically beforehand to the extent that she thought she couldnt get pregnant. Long story short, she found out she was pregnant at 24weeks, and just had her 1st, a baby girl… she was a little over 4lbs and spent time in the Nicu as well. but is doing so much better now, and is already home! she was just born September 11th, a day after my birthday, so i was surprised for her, but am so happy she has her too. Your granddaughter is super precious and looks sooo happy to be playing with grandpa… The Lord is amazing, and while we are ill and fighting we do not know what his plans are, but man coming over the top on the fight, and seeing a precious granddaughter bouncing on your lap, we that shows there are wonderful reasons we do not know as to why the Lord keeps us here sometimes. Truly a blessing of unmeasurable size there.
Welcome back again Greg. so awesome of you to be back!