


Our Thanksgiving got off to a pretty good start with breakfast at Nana's, but sort of went downhill from there...family pictures fell through, then right as I was pulling the last casserole out of the oven to go to the family dinner gathering Mychael came up to me and said he couldn't catch his breath. Unable to find my stethoscope, I put my ear to his back and heard wheezing on both inhalation and expiration, so...Jon headed with a very teary and scared Mychael to the ER. Jon's mom met me at the entrance and traded cars with me, she took my car full of kids and food and went to the dinner (we said there was no need for everyone to hang out in a germy ER) and I stayed with Jon and Mychael. Praise God, we were seen quickly...Mychael's O2 sats were 89%, so they wanted to get him going on a nebulizer treatment fairly soon. Then they took a chest x-ray, and monitored him awhile. He was markedly better after the treatment, but when we were getting ready to be discharged his heartrate was around 150, so they kept us awhile longer and did an EKG. We finally got to eat some turkey around 8:00...and some Pepto-Bismol around midnight! He has not even needed the inhaler they sent him home with, but he is on an antibiotic and prednisone. Thursday night before we went to bed I got out a book of mine and read all of the Scriptures to him which were about sickness and healing, and I also anointed him with oil. God is good.