I had a tough time getting to sleep last night; I am experiencing some extremely sharp pain in my right breast when I breathe in or turn over in my sleep. It is hard to explain the pain without saying it feels like a very sharp knife slicing down the middle of my breast; it takes the breath out of me and sometimes will last up to 30 seconds. Last night when I went to bed, I felt bad for Eric because he did not know what to do for me, and honestly, there was nothing he could do; I had to work through it myself. Once I got up, I was afraid to lie down again. I went downstairs and sat up on the sofa to sleep. That did not work either; I finally got brave enough to lie down at about 3:30 am.
I was awakened by a phone call from my son at 5:30 am. He is flying from Salt Lake City to the Dominican Republic today. I have never been so excited to get a phone call. We talked for about a half-hour. He sounds perfect; I was impressed with his anticipation to get out into the mission field. The following 2 years will be filled with many blessings; I look forward to seeing my son grow into a man and learn about life away from his family and friends.
Later today, I missed his call from Puerto Rico...I was bummed but really happy that I have his voice on my message machine to listen to when I need an extra push to get me through the day.
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