It's not until you are in crisis that you find out how loved you are.
This last week has not been the best for my family. I got pneumonia, Andy got something similar but not quite as bad and Matt had 4 large molars removed from his mouth. It was not good timing. But when is getting sick?
I was so scared of how we were going to cope. I didn't know what I would do? I have Scrapfest in just a few weeks. I don't have time to be sick.
But I was so pleasantly surprised.
My sisters family took our children over the weekend so Andy and I could sleep. Our lovely neighbours Ann and Colin cooked us dinner. I had numerous emails and messages of support. Friends who have gone out and done errands for me. A Dad and step mum who brought over dinner and took kids places, offered to do our food shopping. Lyn called regularly to make sure I was ok, and Andy posted her things that I already had half done for them to be finished off.
Just so many many little things that make up the every day that I couldn't do.
I am wowed by all your support and love. Thank you so very very much.
I am still not well. My lungs are going to take a while to recover. Apparently that is what happens when you get pneumonia (I have to say I had no idea how bad it is!). I am having trouble breathing and apparently will continue to have this problem for some months. But I'm incredibly grateful to have avoided hospital. It's not a fun place!
I have spent a little of each day sitting in the sun watching my chickens scrounge around. It's given me peace and a warmth you can't get from being inside.
But the warmth from all of you is also incredibly healing and I wanted to say thanks, from the bottom of my heart. It has and continues to mean the world to my family and I.