John is feeling a little better, his hips are hurting quite a lot, mostly from the pressure of sitting all day long with little to no activity. He spoke my name for the first time--he'll say "I love you" when I kiss him to leave, but tonight, he said as loudly as he could "I love you Stacey". It came out like "I Wuv You Stayyycey". And my heart was as glad as it's been in a very long time.
He asked for Niki, that was hard. I simply told him she had moved out. He asked for Cody--and I promised I'd present Cody to him tomorrow afternoon. He smiled, something to look forward to.
Thank you thank you thank you for your prayers, they are working. I'm selfish, when he was begging to die, I told him no, I needed him to stick around a little longer.
I promised Shana I'd be right back today to grab a meme and a very very cute little award....but I can't just yet. I just returned from the nursing home. Remember my buddy John?
John's got pneumonia. And while they're controlling that, he's in a lot of pain. He says his stomach hurts and that the nurses think it's gas. He was crying and begging for God to come and take him home, put him out of his misery. I've never seen John feel so awful, even when he was in his greatest pain with his hips.
I'm headed up there this evening for a goodnight song or two--I think he appreciates my singing abilities--either that or he can't hear over the breathing machine he's on, idk. Please pray for John, he's as sweet and loveable as they come. And the selfish side of me is not ready to lose him yet.