Please God, not Africa!

Here's the latest on the kids - just to keep you up to speed. A couple of weeks ago, Kylie had blood work done to see how her numbers are holding up since she's been off the antibiotics.  Last Friday, both Ethan and Kylie had appointments with the surgeon (yay for having one doc for the two kids!) to see how things have been coming along. Ethan went first and she checked out his knee to see how things had healed from his surgery on March 21st.  Remember that she removed quite a nice sized chunk of bone.  Ethan had the surgery on a Friday and had ditched his crutches by Sunday afternoon.  Don't tell the surgeon this, but I think he was riding his bike on the Tuesday. Anyhow, after she did a bunch of range-of-motion exercises on his leg, she declared him "perfect."  He made sure that she repeated that a couple of times for all to hear and asked her to write that in his file.  He's officially perfect - at least medically, his knee is.  It's actually bee

I am so excited to tell you how Friday went down - Friday, as in two days ago.  You'll never believe it, or may be you will because you understand how God intervenes at certain times in our lives and shows His stuff. Last week was a busy one for us at the hospital.  We went for blood work for Kylie on Tuesday, then an MRI for her on Wednesday and then surgery for Ethan on Friday.  In regards to the MRI, the doc wanted to take a look at Kylie's foot, since it has been over a year of antibiotics now.  She said that if it was (and I quote) "perfect, PERFECT" then they'd pull the PICC line and she'd be done.  I have to admit that I was pretty skeptical that we'd come anywhere near perfect, PERFECT. Ethan's surgery was actually booked for next Friday, March 28th, which is also the day that Nate is flying out to return to Togo.  It would've been a crazy day, but I didn't want to post-pone Ethan's knee surgery at all.  Then last week, the doc&

In the last month or so, we have been thinking back to this time last year.  It's so very hard to believe that it's been a year since the craziness in our lives really began. It was December 21 last year that Kylie, Emily and I made the trek to Tsiko over what we thought was just a "strangely sore foot."  We had no idea how that trip would change everything. It was December 29 when Nate and the boys arrived in Tsiko and Jack had his ceiling-fan scalping. It will be one year ago this Thursday (January 16) that Ethan and Nate will have had their motorcycle accident. So weird. It's unbelievable, really, what has happened in the last 365 days. But here we are, a year later. It's taken me a long time to sit down and blog again because I truly have had so little to say.  I know for a fact that you are not interested in hearing about my measly home-schooling efforts, my endless loads of laundry, and our uninteresting work-a-day life here at home.  There are