We boarded and the adventure began. 

I got discharged from the hospital and my friends came to get me. My mobility was horrible and I was beyond tired. 

Reunited with my son after about 9 hours which felt like a lifetime. He helped me up our 2 floor walk up and before we got to the apartment I began throwing up all the liquid intravenous medications. 

I had to find a ride to the airport. God reminded me of yet another dear couple of mine who were willing to do that. 

My son had to help me more than usual at this point. We packed and went to sleep for a few hours. 

My ex-husband showed up right before we left to bring the newly prescribed medicine and get an update on things.  I really don’t like talking about things with my ex-husband because he makes things complicated for no reason. But on this day February 12th he was extremely helpful. 

He made sure I got everything together and assisted me to my friend’s car to head out of town. Even in what appears to be the darkest moments God showed me glimpses of hope in the most unique ways. I was grateful for my ex husband in those moments. He helped us with a genuine love and care for not just our son but me as well. 

We get to the airport had been throwing up since I got up and made everything else that much more taxing to the trip. My 12-year old son had to navigate how to get me a wheelchair and to get us through the airport.  It felt like we were living in a nightmare. Our emotions have been going on an emotional roller coaster and no one would let us off. 

Thank you so much for your prayers, donations  and dedication to God’s vision.  Look forward to growing closer and setting a space of intentional God moments.  I am committed to leaning in and pressing forward no matter what the cost.  So excited for the journey to continue.