Cecilia and I spent the day re-arranging the house so Andy can stay on the first floor. The living room is now Andy's room, and he's lucky because now his room has the TV and stereo system. We went to Grandma's to make cinnamon buns, chat, and eat soup for lunch. Then we zipped over to the hospital to spend some time with Andy, Mom, and Dad. He was up and watching the football game when we got in, and had just been served dinner. Steak and potatoes. I guess the turkey was for lunch. I think turkey is a little over-rated for thanksgiving. I mean, who really cares about eating a big old chicken once a year anyway? That is, unless it is deep fried outside in a big pot of oil. Now that is delicious and greasy and really sticks to the ribs. Andy went to sleep at around 6:30 PM and that's when we left.
I hope he comes home soon. Cecilia and I are going back to Ithaca after the weekend and we are wondering what will happen with Andy. Then I think of where God has taken him and how many great friends Andy has and I am at peace to know he will be alright. This entire ordeal has been a major test of faith for all of us, and I am hoping that we will learn all that we are meant to through the storm. Some say that's what life is like: The test comes first, then the lessons.
Thank you all for your support of Andy in your thoughts and prayers.
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