Between
fighting off the mice last week, I received some tough news. Harder news than
mice living in my cupboards and eating my food. Harder to fight off too.
For those that don’t know, I wasn’t named after the Shelby
Mustang. Though Grandma says we’re both sports models. Grandma Shelby was the
first to use that line. The second of her seven granddaughters, I was
blessed to be given her name. Shelby is an old English male name that means keeper
of the ledge estate. But I’ve taken to adapting that meaning to living on the edge.
This week we’re hanging on to that cliff. Grandma Shelby
went to the hospital last Friday with a headache. That headache turned out to
be six brain tumors. That turned out to be stage 4 lung cancer. The winds are
blowing pretty strong on this cliff as we live on the edge of this diagnosis. Grandma’s
the toughest lady I know, but us Shelbys, we’d really appreciate your prayers
right now.
We are all praying for your Grandma Shelby. We know that the Great Physician is hearing those prayers. Keep living on the edge because we know He will always catch us. We love you and your family and are keeping you all uplifted.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Love you guys too!
DeletePraying strong prayers for peace and healing. *hugs*
ReplyDeleteThank you for the prayers.
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