Over the Summer, I read Jeff Goins' The In-Between. Great book. Get it.
The In-Between is right where we are right now. My dad survived a risky lung biopsy on Thursday. He came back off the ventilator yesterday.
Now, we wait.
Until Monday, at least, that's what we are thinking.
That's when the pathology results are expected. So that we can know what it is that appears to be quickly destroying his lungs.
It's hard to think about anything else. It's hard to stop googling and reading medical journals and studies.
That's because we are in-between.
Jeff writes, "There are no throwaway moments - not when it's easy, not when it's hard, not when it's boring, not when you're waiting for something to happen. Throw those moments away and you will look back someday, bereft at what you missed, because it's the good stuff, the best stuff. It's all there is."
So, we wait.
My dad's room in the ICU is filled with laughter and memories the past couple of days. For now, that seems better than quiet and beeps, so I'll take it.
Each moment of it.
As I brace myself for what is next - whatever that may be.
My sweet, giving mother-in-law is in town, taking care of Michael and baking cookies and taking Brokaw for walks.
I've been able to enjoy time with my sister and my brother's girlfriend and my sweet baby nephew, Caplin.
I've had deep, tearful phone conversations with my mom.
All in the in-between.
Meanwhile, the amaryllis my mom gave us for Christmas is like two feet tall, and the pound of coffee I bought my dad for Christmas sits in the cabinet.
And when I have a moment to sit and think and pray, I'm blessed with verses and book quotes and movie quotes that pop in to my head.
I love this one right now, too - from Hope Floats:
"Beginnings are usually scary, endings are usually sad, but it's what's in the middle that counts. So when you find yourself at the beginning, just give hope a chance to float up. And it will."