This past week we have canned peaches and pears (17 boxes of fruit). Mom spent the whole time running around to various dr. offices and I (David) peeled fruit for 12 hours straight(or something like that). Sarah didn't even feed me; Hannah and Daniel made lunch. Dinner was late and outside in the dark. We ate more fruit flies than food. Last night was the exception, because I grilled the salmon and Mom finally cut peaches for the fruit salsa! Music from the 1920's and 30's kept us going. Jonathan and I nicknamed one another, "Peachy Pants" and "Hot Syrup." They say when you are exhausted you get giddy, now I think I understand. We had a Ball!
Seriously folks, Dad continues to have internal bleeding problems which the doctors don't know what to do about. We hope that it is dying tumors. He has quite a bit of fluid retention. The fainting has reduced some and the blood pressure seems to be rising, thank God! The hiccups only bother him at night while "sleeping." Although he has a strong voice, he will not be preaching tomorrow because of fatigue. Through the trauma of the week, God has been faithful. We continue to call upon His name to bring healing to Dad.
That's all f0lks!