Amos got up and ate breakfast. Threw it up. Ate toast with his meds and was able to keep them down and get to work. It looks like he’s finding a way through this rough patch. He threw up again when he got home from work this afternoon. He said something would have to change before he would be able to go back to work because he felt like he was going to pass out walking from his car into work and that he can’t stand up at the cell fronts anymore to talk with prisoners. He is noticeably weak and in pain but if he holds very still an no one touches him, he can find relief. He thinks the MiraLAX was working better for his digestion issues than what he is taking now so he is going back to that tomorrow.
He was able to keep dinner down, probably because I didn’t make it. Sister Reidhead brought a fantastic dinner early this morning that I warmed up. She always seems to know just what we need.
Tonight we had Family Night and Amos taught the lesson. He spoke about kindness and plead with our children to show kindness in our home. He reminded us that our relationships with our family members are eternal and we need to build those relationships each day. Next, I had the game and I selected dominos. The kids complained about how much they hate dominos. Amos then had to reteach his lesson on kindness and asked the children to give special consideration to their mom who was “carrying so much on her shoulders right now.” They all felt bad for so quickly forgetting and played dominos happily.
After family night, Evelyn had a radio interview over the phone. I always worry what she will say in those public settings, but she does a great job. Daddy got to bed early and we have a few preparations to make before the holiday tomorrow. Can’t wait to see our extended family in the morning!
Amos usually reads the blog before he goes to bed so I wanted to end with some words about a former prophet by Elder Holland. Maybe this can help battle any discouragement he may be feeling after such a difficult day.
“President Kimball has known few days…that were not filled with pain or discomfort or disease. Is it wrong to wonder if President Kimball has in some sense become what he is not only in spite of the physical burdens but also in part because of them? Can you take courage from your shared sacrifice with that giant of a man who has defied disease and death, has shaken his fist at the forces of darkness and cried when there was hardly strength to walk, “Oh, Lord, I am yet strong. Give me one more mountain.”