Family House: A Place for Miracles

Well, yesterday officially wore me out, but it was well worth it. Luckily it is very quiet in the bedroom, so I can sleep any time I need to.

As much as I want my new lungs to come soon, I feel so blessed to have this time at Family House. From the outside this just looks like an ordinary apartment building, but inside, it is so much more. When you walk through the doors you walk into an environment full of friends. It does not matter what your situation, who the patient is, or where you are from; there is a true sense of togetherness. Everyone has a story that they want to share and others are eager to listen. It is an amazing place to both learn and share lessons, to be inspired, and to inspire.

If only there were Family Houses everywhere we went. Where people were not afraid to smile at each other, to ask how you are and really mean it, to have someone to listen and care. It is in a place like this we truly see the work of God in others, we see the strength of the human spirit, and we realize that we truly are all children of God!

My illness has brought me so many blessings. I have been touched by and able to touch others in a way I never could have imagined. I received a card yesterday from a church in Oregon, signed by several of its members; people I don't even know and who don't know me, yet they are praying for me AND my donor.

This morning I had a visit from my friend Amy's (Hannah's 3rd Grade teacher) sister-in-law who works at the hospital across the street. She was so kind and sweet, genuinely wanting to do anything she could to help us. Again, someone who has never met me before going out of her way to visit and offer her support and friendship. How AWESOME is that!

My love to you all! Nancy