Not much to report. She is doing ok. She is missed very much by me, and although I am sitting a hotel room, my heart is a couple of blocks away. I only saw her three times today, for probably less than 10 minutes. I know that might seem a bit dramatic, but she is my baby. I will be so glad when she gets to feeling better. Today I was thinking about her and I remembered when she spoke with the human resource lady and got the approval this last time. She was so happy, and she was jumping up and down (relatively speaking) and crying. Then I pictured her today in the hospital and was struck by the contrast between the two extremes. I know that this pain she is having now is only temporary.

A Letter to Thump (the pancreas):
You have tormented my wife for the last time. I have many memories of the hell you put my wife through. You tried to control how my wife would live, and you tried to steal her joy, but you failed. Her joy comes from her savior, not from a state free from pain. The Apostle Paul had an affliction, but his joy was in Christ Jesus. Somewhere right now, you are a vapor in the wind, void of power and control. No matter what pain Lisa would have from Friday forward will not be pancreatitis. We have fought this fight for many years and the battle is over. You lose.