The Parking Lot

I sometimes wonder what our neighbors think about the revolving door of cars and activity at our house. Every 2nd Tuesday we host a pastorate at our house (a large, small group from our church). Our largest group has been 42 people, but we usually average 34, which means about 15 extra cars around our house. Back in September we had more than 50 people for a pool party! This morning when I left for work, we had Brittany's and Mona's car in our driveway and when I got home they had been replaced by Lorraine's and Emily's cars. Our staff enrollment has tripled since January. We joke that we can now have staff meetings and Christmas parties! Todd and I have amazing people working for us . . . but I do really wonder what the neighbors think when they see cars coming and going from our house at all hours of the day. Zazu takes full advantage of the revolving door of activity. People find it so hard not to let him in.

Next Tuesday (March 31st) will be another big day for us at the hospital. We will see many doctors that day including the hematologist. Once again Kourtney's hemoglobin has dropped down considerably. I am praying that she won't need a blood transfusion again. The iron infusions have worked well, but for some reason Kourtney has to be reassessed by the hematologist. I am very nervous about this appointment, because if Kourtney's hemoglobin cannot be maintained by iron infusions there may be larger issues with her bone marrow. This is called Anemia of Chronic disease; basically her bone marrow is tired and worn out and can't keep producing red blood cells. I am praying that this isn't the case.

We also found out yesterday, that the "bean" removed from Todd's foot was not the pesky piece of glass but a planters' wart. (I saw it and that thing had tentacles - like calamari). So . . . maybe the piece of glass will resurface in another 2 years. Dr. Courtemanche (Kourtney's plastic surgeon) told us he has a fool proof way of removing glass and he would remove it for Todd if it bothers him again. Poor guy.

So . . . we keep plugging along. Thanks to all the wonderful people in our lives who help us. Papa Dave picked Shae up from school and looked after the girls until Todd got home. Shae was so excited to have her Papa pick her up from school . . . he wasn't even late she said. (hmm . . . I wonder if someone has been late picking her up.) The spring time change really threw my inner clock off.