I hope to never repeat one like this!
My brother has come back from the brink of death and will recover. He's got a long road ahead of him, but we're just going to take it one day at a time. The phone rang this morning shortly after my alarm clock went off at 5:00. I totally panicked. When I answered, it was Don saying he loved me. Oh, wow, I can't tell you how good that made me feel, and how good it was to hear his voice. A week ago I didn't think I'd ever get to talk to him again. He was put into a private room late last night, and had his first cup of coffee in over a week today. The mere fact that he was making jokes just made my heart sing. What I wasn't told on Friday night when he was taken into surgery was that he was within hours of death, and the surgeon told Gail that he didn't think he'd survive the surgery. That he did survive and will get well, I believe, is a testament to his faith and the prayers of hundreds of people. I will fly to Louisiana for a few days in March. I need to see him.
I can't even remember what, if anything, I accomplished in February. I am appliqueing the fourth Bundling Board block, and I made some string blocks for Nancy. Oh, and I procrastinated a lot on that cutting chore. Hopefully March will see lots of fabric leave my stash! That's the plan anyway.
The next month will be also spent pondering some life decisions. I knew I'd have to do this sooner or later, but was procrastinating on that, too. (sigh)
Heartfelt thanks to each of you who commented or emailed me your support this past week. That meant more to me than you will ever know.