<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:13:57.630-04:00</updated><category term='cake soap aphasia'/><category term='W'/><category term='GRADUATION (AT LAST)'/><title type='text'>Great Is Thy Faithfulness</title><subtitle type='html'>Blessings abound at the Chamberlin house.  Mom and Dad have had a few bumps in the road but their story is one of their steadfast faith in God...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-4493738811445457984</id><published>2010-09-15T19:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T19:07:17.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Alaskan Trip</title><content type='html'>We had a FABULOUS Alaska Trip.&amp;nbsp; Dad, you should post some pics and tell all about the cruise in your &lt;em&gt;spare time!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;Love you ---&amp;nbsp; Audi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-4493738811445457984?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/4493738811445457984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=4493738811445457984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/4493738811445457984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/4493738811445457984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2010/09/our-alaskan-trip.html' title='Our Alaskan Trip'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-4384498267930206091</id><published>2010-01-19T15:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T15:43:16.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>January 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is good at the Chamberlin home. Mom and Dad are on a roll. They have been Mr. and Mrs. Social-life for the last month or so. Whispering Wood lunches, watching bowling on Monday nights, dinners with friends, church, watching the Colts make their way to the Super Bowl...you name it, they've been doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hesitate to say they are both healthy and doing well. No - I take that back. I don't hesitate to say that! I say it with boldness and say "Thank you, God!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every time I tell my mom I love her, she says, "I know you do." Is that the best compliment in the world? We have had so much joy - just having the parents around for a Friday night dinner, drop in on Saturday morning or a quick daily phone call. We thank God everyday for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We look forward to our Alaskan cruise. Dad has already printed out a "book" of possible excursions. And what started out as Lori and my "sacrificial trip" (we are both claustrophobic on big ships in little cabins) has turned out to be one of the most exciting things on our calendar ever! That's just how good God is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope this finds you all well and enjoying your new year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love, Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-4384498267930206091?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/4384498267930206091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=4384498267930206091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/4384498267930206091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/4384498267930206091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-2009.html' title='January 2009'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-707884047332666394</id><published>2009-12-17T22:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:13:40.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LATEST MEDICAL UPDATE - by Poppo</title><content type='html'>La Donna was diagnosed with Macular Degeneration a few years ago and has been receiving treatment to prevent any further destruction of her right eye.  Today (her birthday no less) she visited Dr. Janet Hummer at the Indiana Eye Surgery Clinic.   A thorough examination revealed no concern for change.  Her vision measured 20/30 in her effected right eye.  As a preventive measure, she was given another shot in her eyeball and told she would not need to come back for seven months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so grateful to Dr. Hummer and her expertise in diagnosing her problem and finding a solution for it.  When La Donna mentioned to the doctor that she sure looked like she knew what she was doing, she received the reply “Well, I have given about 4600 of these eye injections over the past four years, so I guess I should have learned a little bit about this procedure.”  We are grateful to God and His Angels of Mercy for the medical care that we have enjoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-707884047332666394?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/707884047332666394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=707884047332666394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/707884047332666394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/707884047332666394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/12/latest-medical-update-by-poppo.html' title='LATEST MEDICAL UPDATE - by Poppo'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-7965802748259067309</id><published>2009-12-17T22:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:12:30.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 81ST BIRTHDAY TO LA DONNA - by Poppo</title><content type='html'>Wednesday the family gathered for a dinner at Lori Fishers house to celebrate La Donna’s 81st birthday.  After opening the gifts that were presented her, Lori and Audi said they had one other gift they wanted to share with Mom and Dad.  Since Dad has had an interminable longing to take an Alaskan Cruise, they announced that Art Cathcart was arranging transportation and cruise arrangements for the Cathcart, Fishers and Chamberlin families.  Now that is a birthday present that Dad can appreciate with his whole heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day also marked the second anniversary of La Donna’s Quintuple (5) Bypass Surgery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-7965802748259067309?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/7965802748259067309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=7965802748259067309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/7965802748259067309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/7965802748259067309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-81st-birthday-to-la-donna-by.html' title='HAPPY 81ST BIRTHDAY TO LA DONNA - by Poppo'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-6834477568451401667</id><published>2009-12-17T22:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:10:00.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time Away from Home - by Poppo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SyrydGhqNSI/AAAAAAAAALE/-1Ghz-4QyYM/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416408083648361762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SyrydGhqNSI/AAAAAAAAALE/-1Ghz-4QyYM/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SyrycudwwZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/hQL6EhDjJkg/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416408077189562770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SyrycudwwZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/hQL6EhDjJkg/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nelson and La Donna took a few days off to travel to Springfield, Illinois. There they visited the ABRAHAM LINCOLN PRESIDENTIAL MUSEUM … unbelievable experience! One could spend the most of one day in this marvelous place where the history of Abraham Lincoln and his family is graphically displayed. Several theatres and many rooms of Lincoln memorabilia give one the feeling of what it was to be living back in those days. Life-size wax figures abound throughout the display areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also had a personal tour through the Lincoln homestead which was occupied for many years before the family moved to the White House in Washington, D.C. Surprisingly the Lincoln home is a large 3200 square foot structure within are many authentic Lincoln possessions maintained in excellent condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally they visited the LINCOLN TOMB in which the bodies of Abraham Lincoln, his wife Mary Todd and three of his children are interred. The impressive structure is 172 feet tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their trip was rounded out the next day when they visited a former next door neighbor now living in Morton, Illinois and a member of the Trombone Trio which Nelson participated in for three years while in college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-6834477568451401667?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/6834477568451401667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=6834477568451401667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/6834477568451401667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/6834477568451401667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-away-from-home-by-poppo.html' title='A Time Away from Home - by Poppo'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SyrydGhqNSI/AAAAAAAAALE/-1Ghz-4QyYM/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-5888605549358640675</id><published>2009-11-26T08:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T11:10:15.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMILY FESTIVITIES</title><content type='html'>The past several weeks have been eventful at the Chamberlin household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago Nelson's family came down to visit for a few days. Sister (Marge) came down from Adrian. Brother (Jack) came down from Traverse City. And sister (Corrine) and husband (Tom Baker) came down from Grayling. We spread them around at Audi's house, Monte's house and our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had several days of renewing old memories, eating some great meals together, and worshipping at the Castleton United Methodist Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandson (Duane Fisher) and Great Granddaughter (Emma) came for a week at the same time and stayed at Lori and Dave's house. Lauren (Duane's wife) had to stay home in Jacksonville, Florida finishing up her chemo therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duane and his brother Eric went to Southern Indiana with their father (Dave)  to hunt for deer. Duane got a nice buck and brought it back to Fishers where he had it butchered at Archers Meat Packing. The finished project was then donated to the local food pantry for the homeless and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audi's twins (Garrett and Dustin Cathcart) returned home for a few days and we got to visit with them as well. Dustin is retired from the military, and is planning to spend several months visiting around the world including India and elsewhere. Garrett is located in Colorado training about 100 men to get them ready to take them to Afghanistan. He is committed to the military for the next several years. Both of the twins attained the rank of Captain. Garrett has served two terms in Iraq and Dustin served there for one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this thanksgiving time we are most grateful to God for all of our relatives and the way He has provided for them all. We are truly a blessed people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE -- POPPO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-5888605549358640675?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/5888605549358640675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=5888605549358640675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/5888605549358640675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/5888605549358640675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/11/family-festivities.html' title='FAMILY FESTIVITIES'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-8126948463461601873</id><published>2009-10-15T07:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T07:34:10.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Mend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi all...It's been a busy month. It seems that Dad is finally getting some strength back and feeling better. That anesthesia + respiratory infection can really take it out of you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;God is good, though, and he and Mom are getting back to their old feisty selves! They've been enjoying the great social life of the Whispering Woods community, going to church, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We've all been a little busy. We are so thankful that we CAN be busy and that God has been so good to allow us all the things he has. I hope this finds you all well - and feel free to give Mom and Dad a call. They'd love to hear from you or have a visit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love, Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-8126948463461601873?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/8126948463461601873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=8126948463461601873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/8126948463461601873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/8126948463461601873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/10/hi-all.html' title='On the Mend...'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-8269123857731233717</id><published>2009-09-02T07:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T07:42:57.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom and Dad...On the Mend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry it's been awhile since an update.  I guess you can assume that no news is good news.  That's not a very good way to do life, though, is it?  I need to work on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are things to be thankful about:  Dad is driving again.  They are staying at home by themselves again and doing fine!  Dad is having more better days - still gets tired easily but there is light at the end of the tunnel.  Through all of this, Mom's gained a even more independence.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for your prayers!  Mom and Dad are making progress and we are so thankful!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love, Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-8269123857731233717?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/8269123857731233717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=8269123857731233717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/8269123857731233717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/8269123857731233717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/09/mom-and-dadon-mend.html' title='Mom and Dad...On the Mend...'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-6873424132634195836</id><published>2009-08-19T07:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:39:31.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad has a great doctor!  We are sooo thankful for the present healthcare that our parents enjoy.  Dad came down with a bad cough and feeling really "punk".  In to the doctor, out with a couple of prescriptions and this morning he reports he slept well and the cough medicine really works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We all have a duty to keep our eyes on healthcare reform.  We need to remind our legislators that ALL life is precious, regardless of age, disability, etc.  Call it a national plan, a co-op, or whatever you want...we need to be educated and alert.  In all your spare time, friends, go to the link below and see what they have proposed for us.  Pray for our legislators and your president whether you like them or not.  The best thing that could happen is that they would go with the guidance of the Holy Spirit and be successful in His eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://waysandmeans.house.gov/media/pdf/111/AAHCA09001xml.pdf"&gt;http://waysandmeans.house.gov/media/pdf/111/AAHCA09001xml.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-6873424132634195836?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/6873424132634195836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=6873424132634195836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/6873424132634195836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/6873424132634195836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/08/dad-update.html' title='Dad update...'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-7769392437670490132</id><published>2009-08-17T11:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T11:15:56.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>United...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night, Monte, Lori and I had our usual Sunday night conference call just to firm up schedules and share our thoughts on how Mom and Dad are doing. One thing is for sure, we are UNITED in our efforts to serve Mom and Dad and get them back on their feet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been doing a study on the Psalms of Ascent and it just so happened that yesterday I was on Psalm 133 which starts out like this: How good and pleasant is it when brothers and sisters live in unity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Being united isn't always easy but it certainly yields better results! And you don't have to think alike to be united, that's for sure! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;While Monte is a "numbers man" leaning more toward what things look like on paper, the risks, and the pure facts, Lori and I lean more on our feelings and look at the "non-measurable" things of life.Thank goodness we have each other to balance one another out. Only the Lord knows what kind of lopsided decisions we might have led our parents into had we not had different perspectives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As it is, Dad is approaching the 2 week mark from his last surgery. As his neck heals as and as his phlebitis runs its course, he now faces a nasty cold. Prayers that it might pass quickly would surely be appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meanwhile, we try to focus on this unity thing on all fronts: at home, with family and even as our country struggles with tough choices regarding healthcare and government roles. My prayer is that we would be united in seeking God's guidance - looking to His word for answers instead of just using human wisdom - that God would use the "numbers people" as well as the passions of His people. I really pray that this country might turn back to the things that this country was founded upon...like worshipping Him and that Life in Him might be our main motivator for all we do. Wouldn't that be cool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for your thougths and prayers, and for putting up with my ramblings! Audi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-7769392437670490132?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/7769392437670490132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=7769392437670490132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/7769392437670490132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/7769392437670490132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/08/united.html' title='United...'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-5666862879647410545</id><published>2009-08-10T06:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T07:06:06.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We had to make one more quick trip to the Riverview ER last night - our family must love that place - we've spent enough time there!  Dad has phlebitis in his left arm - oww!!  Painful!!  Darn!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, the good news is it will only last a week or so (gulp) but he is not in danger. We were so excited to go to the ER and NOT get admitted!  In and out in 30 minutes!  That was a record for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, it's BACK TO SCHOOL for me today!  Summer has been great!  God really knew what He was doing when he opened the doors of Hamilton Southeastern High School to me.  Not only do I love my job, but I love not going to work in the summer!  It's been a godsend to be able to help Mom and Dad when they need me AND to hang out with Jack who is going to be THIRTEEN next month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks again for your calls, prayers, and FOOD!!      Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-5666862879647410545?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/5666862879647410545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=5666862879647410545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/5666862879647410545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/5666862879647410545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/08/quick-update.html' title='Quick update...'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-4604268224989425895</id><published>2009-08-07T07:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T08:31:15.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooth as Silk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was talking with a friend the other day and we were discussing our upbringings. We both have parents that have been married 50+ years. Although things were not always perfect, neither of us could remember our parents yelling at each other, fighting, or acting dishonorable to each other. We thought that was normal but as we got older we found that our family life was probably more the exception than the rule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've often wondered why I've been so fortunate to have such a good life. It's not just luck...it's a combination of God's faithfulness and the faith that my parents, grandparents, and those before them had. It's not all about us...what we do affects generations to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not too late to invest in the generations to come. And your investment doesn't have to be limited to your family. I sat in Bandy's Auto Repair this week (for the 5th time in a month) and invested in our future for a good 45 minutes. I struck up a conversation with someone very much unlike me: black, without a high school diploma, convicted criminal (spent 9 years in the pen), to mention a few things. But we had even more in terms of common ground: we have kids, we love our kids, we follow Jesus, and we wish the world were a more peaceful place. We talked frankly about what it was like to be "black in a white world" and how it feels to be white and to be blamed for thinking certain ways that we don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;By the end of my car repair, this gentleman and I grabbed hands, looked at each other in the eye and agreed that there is hope for the world...one person at a time. More conversations like this is what the world needs. Two people at a time investing in our future...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm grateful for my faithful parents. I can't help but believe that God is rewarding them (and therefore, us) for their lifelong faith. So glad that they invested in my future and the world's future. The blessings abound as a result!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad's transition to home has been as smooth as silk. It's so wonderful to have the 'rents back in the same place and getting back to normal! Thanks again for your calls, visits and prayers. Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Know therefore that the LORD your God is God; he is the faithful God, keeping his covenant of love to a thousand generations of those who love him and keep his commandments. Deuteronomy 7:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-4604268224989425895?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/4604268224989425895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=4604268224989425895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/4604268224989425895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/4604268224989425895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/08/smooth-as-silk.html' title='Smooth as Silk...'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-6502319344854649583</id><published>2009-08-04T08:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:57:49.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rock is Coming Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad had a good day yesterday. He was so much more talkative after surgery than the last time. He got out of recovery and into ICU at about 2:30 and was already asking to watch Glenn Beck on Fox News at 5:00! (A very good sign that things are getting back to normal).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;He's done so well that this morning they decided to kick him out and send him home! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night, as Dad was recounting the events of the week and all things he is thankful for, and I told him, "You are a rock." Throughout the week, he has had peace with whatever the outcome. Really...peace with &lt;em&gt;whatever&lt;/em&gt; the outcome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In his weakness, he was so strong. He was not shaken. He was the leader - even in his weakness - he was the leader of our family. At one point, when worry seemed to be overcoming Mom, he looked at her and with all the love and firmness that he had he said, "LaDonna, it's time to let your Christian faith take action." My dad...he is a rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you ever wonder what you'll be like when you face death - or even worse, disability? I play it through in my mind sometimes, practicing my response. I try to walk with God during the mundane daily events of my life so perhaps when the big things happen it will be more familiar to continue to walk with God. And I think...it's taking hold for me little by little like it's obviously taken hold with my dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There is a proverb - wish I could remember where it's at - that says "The road to life (God) is vigorous and requires your constant attention." More than anything, God is concerned about our connection with Him. More than our happiness, more than our health, more than our wealth...more than anything, God's desire for us is to be connected with Him. He knows that being connected with Him is better than anything because when you are connected with him, the events of life that can threaten your happiness, health or wealth are only temporary. There is an end in sight, no matter what the outcome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thankful that my dad has led a vigorous life with his constant attention on the Lord, and thankful for you - who keeps us in your thoughts and prayers... Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-6502319344854649583?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/6502319344854649583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=6502319344854649583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/6502319344854649583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/6502319344854649583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/08/rock-is-coming-home.html' title='The Rock is Coming Home!'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-8312181525316830923</id><published>2009-08-03T13:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:51:23.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Surgery (again)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad just got out of surgery and Dr. Dilly said it went just fine!  We haven't seen him yet but he drew us "before and after" pictures and it looks like Dad's going to be in great shape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dr. Dilly expects Dad home by Wednesday.  THANK YOU for all your phone calls, thoughts and prayers.  The visits from our pastors have been so appreciated.  All the offers of help are priceless.  Family and friends are priceless!  We are so blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I better "power down" so we'll be ready to go see Dad.  Love to you all....     Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-8312181525316830923?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/8312181525316830923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=8312181525316830923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/8312181525316830923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/8312181525316830923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/08/out-of-surgery-again.html' title='Out of Surgery (again)...'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-230143936519032737</id><published>2009-08-02T12:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:16:20.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of ICU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad got moved out of ICU last night and has a very nice private room now.  He's in good spirits and looks great.  Right now, he's sitting up having some lunch.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Surgery on his second carotid artery is set for tomorrow at 10:00, I think.  We're thinking he'll be home on Tuesday or Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We took Mama to church today and out to lunch afterward.  She is hanging in there - patiently waiting for Dad to get back home.  Putting up with her kids - bossing her around occasionally - drink this, do that, come with us here, etc...  She's a good sport.  We are sooo lucky to have her around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today at church, Dr. Schwein's sermon was "God as GPS".  It was confirmation that God guides us and protects us.  We have prayed for guidance and answers regarding whether Dad should have surgery and rehab and really, our answers have been crystal clear.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanking you for all your thougths and prayers again...              Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-230143936519032737?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/230143936519032737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=230143936519032737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/230143936519032737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/230143936519032737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/08/out-of-icu.html' title='Out of ICU...'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-2524921305708740857</id><published>2009-08-01T17:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T17:50:47.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad continues to do well.  Okay, he continues to do great!  He walked 525 feet today with the therapist and went up/down a flight of stairs.  He finally ate something without having to revisit it again, if you know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dr. Finley, his physician of record/neurologist, came in yesterday afternoon and said "You look great!  I know you may not feel great but you look GREAT!"  Then he looked really puzzled and said, "You had surgery today, didn't you?"  He looked so good it was confusing him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad's nurses are great. We were so excited to see Becky, the RN who along with another nurse that practicially saved Mom's life while she was in CardioVascular Critical Care.  She was so tickled to see Mom.  She kept saying "Honey, you look so good" in her precious southern accent.  I was surprised that she remembered us but she indicated she could never forget us!  How sweet is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though we rejoice at Dad's great progress, we are heart broken at the same time because on Thursday, we got the news that my cousin, Dad's sister's son, took his life.  He was a man that loved his kids.  He lost his little girl a couple of years ago in a go-kart accident.  He found the Lord after it all and although we don't know many details I can only imagine that being with Jesus is the only place he could find peace.  No one will ever know how much he must have hurt.  Please pray for my cousin Tommy's family...they have suffered more loss than any of us could ever imagine.  They are heartbroken.  We love them so much and it's very hard to be away when we would love to be there with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, tonight I'm going to get reacquainted with my family!  We're having a Cathcart tradition:  steaks on the grill, baked potatoes and a movie!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you all - and thank God for your prayers, concerns, phone calls and visits.         Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-2524921305708740857?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/2524921305708740857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=2524921305708740857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2524921305708740857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2524921305708740857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/08/daddy-update.html' title='Daddy Update...'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-1810439995744213276</id><published>2009-07-31T12:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T12:48:42.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Surgery (once) Out of Surgery (twice)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been a busy morning!  Dad did well during his first surgery today.  Yep, you got that right!  His first surgery...  And he did well during his second surgery.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;After Dad's first surgery, he developed a hematoma that needed repaired.  Dr. Dilley, his surgeon, said that there was a pencil sized artery that started bleeding after they closed him up.  He went in snipped it, burned it, and cleaned everything up in there and Dad did just fine.  Good thing they went back in because Dr. Dilly said there was no way it was going to stop on its own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dr. Dilley also said that he went in just went ahead and did the other carotid artery!  "Oh, that's great!" we exclaimed.  Then he laughed and said "Just kidding!"  Okay, payback is ****!   It's usually the Chamberlin's messing with the staff at the hospital but this time they got US!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have a great day and rejoice!  First thing Dad and I did this morning was sing "This is the day that the Lord has made" in our usual off tune voices.  We are rejoicing and are glad in it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-1810439995744213276?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/1810439995744213276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=1810439995744213276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/1810439995744213276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/1810439995744213276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/07/out-of-surgery-once-out-of-surgery.html' title='Out of Surgery (once) Out of Surgery (twice)!'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-3108717648075869388</id><published>2009-07-31T08:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:17:50.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Surgery...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad is in surgery right now as I type this.  He was in such good spirits this morning.  He said he slept so well and he seems so at peace with everything that has happened.  He told Mom that he was okay with whatever the future held as well.  How that I hope and pray that I will be just like him in the face of adversity.  His faith really works for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;He is going to have his right cartotid worked on today during surgery.  Then, on Monday next week he'll have the left carotid done.  The carotid arteries are the ones in your neck that supply your brain and his left one has some scar tissue from a previous surgery.  That's what caused the stroke (which, by the way is resolving quite well).  They are doing surgery on the right side first because it has some occlusion, too, and they want him to have a good artery before they work on the really bad one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll give you another update when we get some news.  His doctor was so encouraging and we are feeling very blessed that things have happened the way they have.  His little stroke may have alerted us to a problem that could've been major in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As usual, thanks for your prayers.  We read the 121st Psalm before they took him away, which is a Chamberlin tradition.  God is faithful and He's got our backs.  Love to you all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-3108717648075869388?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/3108717648075869388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=3108717648075869388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/3108717648075869388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/3108717648075869388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/07/off-to-surgery.html' title='Off to Surgery...'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-7089150821269490531</id><published>2009-07-29T23:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:53:27.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More about Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been a long day but God is answering our prayers for wisdom and direction.  Dad's doctor was in today and has confirmed that by definition, he has had a stroke.  BUT it has been a mild one that has alerted us to a problem that needs to be corrected.  Pending a couple of more tests, Dad will likely have surgery on his carotid artery.  This probably resulted from scarring from the surgery he had eight years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The good news is, 99% of the time, the surgery is completed without complication.  After surgery, it's been recommended that he go to rehab for his arm/leg for 7-10 days.  The therapists were very optimistic about his recovery due to how well he is doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad and I walked 3 laps around his floor today without any problem.  Got Mom walking around, too!  More importantly, his faith is as solid as a rock!  I told him tonight if I can be like him someday that would be the greatest thing in the world.  He is soooo okay with whatever comes his way.  He has a faith in God like none other that I've known.  It gives ME peace just to witness his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;God is answering our prayers for direction.  We're also praying for Mom's peace and of course, Dad's complete healing.   We also give thanks for you - all of our wonderful friends and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Good night, friends.  We are comforted by your thoughts and prayers.        -- Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-7089150821269490531?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/7089150821269490531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=7089150821269490531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/7089150821269490531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/7089150821269490531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-about-dad.html' title='More about Dad'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-3332434170836521046</id><published>2009-07-29T13:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T18:05:22.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, it's official.  Dad is one of the cutest patients in Riverview Hospital.  The nurse agreed that the gentleman next door is pretty cute, too, and indicated they are tied for first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad is doing well.  He is still having tests.  He is walking and the right weakness in his leg is minimal. Just makes steps a little tricky or catching himself if he has a stumble more difficult. He has some fine motor problems with his fingers.  We've been playing with coins - trying to pick them up, stack them, etc.  HE CAN STILL TYPE so he'll continue computing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;His spirits are good.  He talks fine and has no other problems.  We are just waiting on test results.  It will probably be a few days before we get out of here.  Mom is fine - hanging out with us at the hospital.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We are certain that God has us covered.  Life is good even in the midst of a storm.  Thanks for your prayers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-3332434170836521046?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/3332434170836521046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=3332434170836521046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/3332434170836521046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/3332434170836521046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/07/dad-update.html' title='Dad Update...'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-680276514989165037</id><published>2009-07-28T23:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:58:46.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops...It's Dad This Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just got Mom tucked in bed and thought I'd give a little update on Dad. News flies quickly in our world because of so many blessed connections, but in case you're far away - here's what went down today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad woke up feeling like his hip was "giving out on him". He went about his business as usual, but when he was signing the credit card bill for a car repair he noted that his signature was unusually little and felt funny. He had a couple of falls and very wisely agreed that he should get checked out. Fearful that he was having a TIA or something worse, we called 911 and got him to Riverview Hospital pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preliminary tests came out encouraging although his symptoms are calling for a little more attention. I talked to his nurse tonight and she said he was doing well (speech/eating/swallowing/cognition) - just a little right sided weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, your prayers are certainly appreciated. We have already been showered with visits from Mom/Dad's neighbors tonight. We feel so blessed to have friends and family - lots of prayers - and good healthcare. I'll keep you updated. That's all for now... Audi&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-680276514989165037?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/680276514989165037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=680276514989165037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/680276514989165037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/680276514989165037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/07/whoopsits-dad-this-time.html' title='Whoops...It&apos;s Dad This Time'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-5384372597880681787</id><published>2009-07-22T10:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:16:06.267-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GRADUATION (AT LAST)'/><title type='text'>GRADUATION (AT LAST) ! ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SmcoBe5V5uI/AAAAAAAAAKw/nBiWM_FB8Oc/s1600-h/DSCN0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361297887346419426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SmcoBe5V5uI/AAAAAAAAAKw/nBiWM_FB8Oc/s200/DSCN0255.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;FINALLY ... AFTER 19 MONTHS OF INTENSE THERAPY at Riverview Hospital, Community North Rehab Center, Tender Loving Care Home Therapy, and Harbour Manor ... LA DONNA IS GRADUATING MAGNA CUM LAUDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictured above are her final therapists (Donna Hulka [physical therapist] and Melissa Tenet [occupational therapist] who have given her Electrical Stimulation Therapy at Harbour Manor to loosen the tone (tightness) in her right hand and leg.&lt;br /&gt;They have secured for her a portable electrical stimulation machine to use at home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have trained Nelson how to operate the machine on a daily basis and also taught him how to assist her in the daily exercises they have prescribed for her.  They have been a joy to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is walking well with the rolling cane and is able to perform several chores around the home  including making the bed, straightening up the kitchen, assisting in the cooking, doing the laundry, and doing work on the landscaping outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are grateful to Harbour Manor and their excellent staff for the services they have provided her.  We would highly recommend them to any who need their services.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-5384372597880681787?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/5384372597880681787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=5384372597880681787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/5384372597880681787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/5384372597880681787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/07/graduation-at-last.html' title='GRADUATION (AT LAST) ! ! !'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SmcoBe5V5uI/AAAAAAAAAKw/nBiWM_FB8Oc/s72-c/DSCN0255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-8766608505046481934</id><published>2009-06-27T15:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T15:44:27.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SkZz7cEBDoI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bbRfrmY-XlU/s1600-h/FamSinging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352092672158928514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SkZz7cEBDoI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bbRfrmY-XlU/s320/FamSinging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I ran across a piece of art not long ago. I’m not much of an art collector (married one Art – that was the best) – but when I saw this piece of art I said to myself, “As primitive as it is, I have to have that on my wall!” Art is like that to me. There’s not much art that floats my boat, and I really don’t even think I have good taste. But when I see something I like, I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture revived so many memories from my childhood. It was like a thousand flashbacks with no words that could accurately describe what I was feeling or remembering for that matter! Have you ever just felt a memory? That's where I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was close to Father’s Day when I ran across this picture and the rush of emotion bombarded me. Thoughts of my dad and the life that he afforded my family and now, especially, my mom filled me with gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind flitted from one idea to another. I thought it would be so great to write a neat poem to my dad or write him a letter just letting him know how blessed I feel to have been raised by him. But the day came and went, they left on a vacation to Branson, MO, and there I sat. No poem. No letter. No nothing except for a card, a gift card, and Father's Day wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve thought for years on Father’s Day I’d write a cool poem or a great letter to tell him once again how awesome he is. Never happens. Now here I am, straightening up again and here comes that “piece of art” reminding me, again, of what a great dad I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not much of a poet so there will be no poetry here. And I can’t seem to write when I’ve put myself on the spot. So, let me just say this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dad, I love you! Happy Father’s Day, again and again and again. You were (and still are) a great dad. Your example prepared us for life with you and without you. You picked an awesome woman to be my mom. Now you care for her and &lt;em&gt;thank her&lt;/em&gt; for it daily. People say for better or worse, but for you and mom, it just keeps getting better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We had fun as kids. There has NEVER been a day in my life that I have wondered if you loved me. I have always known. How many people can say that? You told me, you showed me and you lived it. I loved singing with you when I was young and when I grew up. I loved having “discussions” (arguments) with you about theology. Your willingness to let me speak my mind even when you knew I was wrong allowed me to grow in MY faith. (You knew you couldn't give me yours; doesn't work that way.) You and Mom have prayed me through my life and I don’t know where I would’ve ended up without your faithful prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are the greatest dad in the world and I’m so thankful that you’re mine! Happy Father’s Day everyday, Dad. I love you!"    Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. The artist was me in 2nd grade (Mrs. Windell's class)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-8766608505046481934?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/8766608505046481934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=8766608505046481934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/8766608505046481934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/8766608505046481934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/06/dad.html' title='My Dad...'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SkZz7cEBDoI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bbRfrmY-XlU/s72-c/FamSinging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-6949982760039366181</id><published>2009-06-11T10:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:53:26.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Handed Cooking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SjEY5EsD3UI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/i9IkzLI_9Lc/s1600-h/CornCrustedChicken-1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346081601455643970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SjEY5EsD3UI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/i9IkzLI_9Lc/s400/CornCrustedChicken-1000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Simple and easy. Healthy but good! Mom made supper for us today as we tried out our first one handed cooking recipe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been a busy time. Mom has started outpatient OT and PT therapy 3 x week. They are doing electrical stim on her arm and leg to try to help achieve some normal tone in her muscles. Her therapist is working on getting her an "e-stim" device for her to use at home everyday in order to facilitate speedier progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, after therapy today, she came home and whipped up a delicious meal for us! Seven (Lori, David, Audi, Art, Jack, Mom and Dad) of us enjoyed the Corn Crusted Chicken sandwiches. But most of all, we just enjoyed being together and laughing at some good and not-so-good jokes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-6949982760039366181?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/6949982760039366181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=6949982760039366181' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/6949982760039366181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/6949982760039366181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/06/single-handed-cooking.html' title='Single Handed Cooking'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SjEY5EsD3UI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/i9IkzLI_9Lc/s72-c/CornCrustedChicken-1000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-6966643488970485650</id><published>2009-05-18T07:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T07:07:05.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The following weekend, Mom beat Dad at Uchre 10-0 (with 2 loaners and 1 euchre)!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-6966643488970485650?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/6966643488970485650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=6966643488970485650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/6966643488970485650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/6966643488970485650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-952516314860959542</id><published>2009-05-14T18:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:22:55.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UP ANOTHER LEVEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335822923032201666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SgymrZe4icI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GdeICwEdbvA/s200/DSCN0247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/Sgyln17HHSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2UGtymJO3Gk/s1600-h/DSCN0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335821762435685666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/Sgyln17HHSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2UGtymJO3Gk/s200/DSCN0246.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SgyiiEjDuMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H8ITb5_6xvk/s1600-h/DSCN0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335818364747233474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SgyiiEjDuMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/H8ITb5_6xvk/s320/DSCN0244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at this lady now ... climbing all fourteen steps up to our Bonus Room and back down again ... without any assistance! That is a 'NEW' FIRST for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is gaining strength in her affected right side and is able to do some things she was totally incapable of doing not so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so grateful for the progress she is making (even though she doesn't seem to be able to recognize the great "strides" she is taking. Progress is way too slow for her to appreciate. But the fact that she is so persistent and competitive works in her favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She even takes time out each day to try to beat her husband in the game of Euchre. She whipped him 10-4 tonight after dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We appreciate so much the work her Physical Therapist (PIA pictured above) has done with her. Another 1 1/2 months and the Home Care Therapy will be completed. We will miss Pia very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-952516314860959542?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/952516314860959542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=952516314860959542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/952516314860959542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/952516314860959542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/05/up-another-level.html' title='UP ANOTHER LEVEL'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SgymrZe4icI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GdeICwEdbvA/s72-c/DSCN0247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-2821640816608003730</id><published>2009-04-11T10:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:38:49.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO POPPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Today we celebrate Dad's 9th (yes, ninth) birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;On April 11th, 2000, while undergoing a simple heart catheter procedure at Methodist Hospital in Indianapolis, he straight-lined on them.  His heart ceased to beat when his blood pressure elevated to 220/160 ... AND HE DIED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Two attempts to shock him back to life with the paddles were in vain, so his cardiologist (Dr. Anthony Cossel) began to administer CPR (cardio-pulmonary resuscitation) on him.  Dr. Cossel continued unrelentingly for ten minutes ... before his heart began to beat once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Within seven minutes a team of surgeons headed by Dr. Arthur Coffey were then assembled and ready to go to work on him.  A triple by-pass surgery was performed on his heart.  He laid unconscious and unresponding for seven days in the intensive care ward before he opened his eyes to see his family once again.  34 days in the hospital became the way of life for him before he finally came home again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;He died ... and got a second chance on life on April 11th (nine years ago today).  So we celebrate his second life (and 9th birthday) today.  But more than that, we celebrate God's goodness and grace that he has been given another chance on life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Once one experiences a life-changing event like this, life can never be the same again.  Every day ... every moment ... every second takes on added meaning and importance.  We hope that nothing so dramatic has to happen to you before you realize how important every day is in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;LOVE -- POPPO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-2821640816608003730?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/2821640816608003730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=2821640816608003730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2821640816608003730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2821640816608003730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-to-poppo.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO POPPO'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-8854456342730530148</id><published>2009-04-03T08:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:42:09.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CLIMBING HIGHER</title><content type='html'>MORE MOUNTAINS CLIMBED ... This past week La Donna climbed the 14 steps (with the aid of her therapist) up to the Bonus Room in our Condo, and then back down again.  This was the first time she had been up in the Bonus Room in more than a year (since before her heart attack one year ago in December).  What an exciting thing it was to have her call me (I asked her where she was and she said "Up here. Come see me.")  We love to see more mountains climbed in her life every so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend will be another mountain climbed.  We are taking our first trip away from home (just a one day trip) to visit our friends in Bardstown, Kentucky.  "Cabin Fever" is being relieved for the both of us.  How grateful we are to see the amazing progress she continues to show in her recovery from that devastating stroke.  We are grateful to God and to His "Angels of Mercy" (therapists) for the progress we see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE -- POPPO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-8854456342730530148?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/8854456342730530148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=8854456342730530148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/8854456342730530148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/8854456342730530148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/04/climbing-higher.html' title='CLIMBING HIGHER'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-2263946687098487936</id><published>2009-03-22T08:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:54:34.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Banquet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/ScZs5p-ea6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/0gXkEu1G8uU/s1600-h/MomDadEdit-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316056147933686690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/ScZs5p-ea6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/0gXkEu1G8uU/s320/MomDadEdit-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You've heard of The Great Banquet, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Most of you know that before Mom's stroke, she was THE entertainer. As long as I can remember, we seemed to be having company for dinner. On Sundays when I was growing up, the question was rarely "What's for dinner?" but rather, "Who is coming for dinner?" We always had dinner guests...old friends, new friends to the church, or people who had no family and were lonely. Mom was the epitome of "hospitality". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She had the "Martha" hospitality in that she opened her doors to just about anyone - just like Martha did with Jesus. But unlike Martha, Mom always had everything planned, prepared and ready so she had time for her guests. When they arrived, everything was ready so she was able to sit and enjoy their time with us like Martha's sister, Mary. Mom had a "Mary heart" with a "Martha mentality" - the best of both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This Christmas, Lori and I gave Mom/Dad a "Little Banquet" for each season...one day out of each season to invite whoever they wanted for dinner. We'd prepare and serve while they just enjoyed their time together. Yesterday was our Spring Fling and Mom/Dad's long time friends, Jack and Betty Toombs and Mike and Adele Murdick came to the Little Banquet. What fun it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bible places great value on "hospitality", starting in Genesis and continuing throughout. And banqueting - eating together - was one of the most common ways of showing hospitality and having fellowship with others. Lori and I commented after it was over that their time today must have been a little preview of what the Great Banquet will be like. Old friends, laughing and talking, praising God for all the things he had done, experiencing the joy that he desires to give us everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I said, "How comforting it must be to know that Mom/Dad and their friends will all be together in heaven someday." You know them by their fruits. It is so obvious that God is the center of their lives. This "Little Banquet" probably did more for Lori and I than it did for our parents and their friends. It gaves us a delicious taste of heaven and the Great Banquet to come..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See pics below...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f444d774f4441794e773d3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox greeting: Dinner Party photos" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f444d774f4441794e773d3d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="46" alt="Create your own greeting - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/ecards" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Make a Smilebox greeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-2263946687098487936?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/2263946687098487936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=2263946687098487936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2263946687098487936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2263946687098487936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-banquet.html' title='The Little Banquet'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/ScZs5p-ea6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/0gXkEu1G8uU/s72-c/MomDadEdit-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-6059312015302323719</id><published>2009-03-16T07:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T07:20:52.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/Sb414ZayZEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5c_5rFzrmHw/s1600-h/2stars.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313743853355951170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/Sb414ZayZEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5c_5rFzrmHw/s320/2stars.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/Sb2lhMjqbkI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Wa1Ry78x-40/s1600-h/2star.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning, almost ceremonially, I took down the 2 stars that we’ve had hanging in our front window representing our two sons, Dustin and Garrett, serving in Iraq. As of this morning, they are both home! It is an unfamiliar but very welcome feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout this time, I’ve learned so much about my love for them, faith, and my relationship with Christ. Although one of my primary prayers was for their safety and that they would stay close to their faith, my utmost prayer was that God would be glorified throughout their time in Iraq and that God’s presence and power would be experienced fully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to fully trust God I sensed that I had to give Garrett and Dustin to God; that is,trust Him with their lives. I had to dismiss my worry and be done with it. Then I realized I had to give Jack to Him as well. Before I knew it, I realized I had to give God everything. I really thought I had done this already but in the face of adversity, the truth often shows itself. I finally resolved that If I lost a son, my husband, my parents, my job, my home, anything… I would continue to trust God – depend upon Him – have faith that Him. He who overcame the world would help me overcome any circumstance that may come my way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As God sewed peace through my troubled heart, I found myself feeling guilty for being at peace. Did it mean I didn’t love the Dustin and Garrett as much as everyone else? Shouldn’t I be overcome with anxiety and angst? Would I feel differently if it were Jack? God soon answered my concerns and told me to accept his gift of peace – and not to hesitate to experience his joy. He wants me to have peace and joy, especially when I asked for it so desperately. So I found that it was through troubled times that I learned how wide and long and deep and high God’s love was for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes anxiety would creep into my nights like a thief robbing me of the sleep that I so desperately needed. Initially, I took it as a cue from God to pray but have since realized that God never gives us anxiety. I became a little obsessive in praying at night – insomnia became my bed partner and praying became a form of brainwashing myself to trust God, almost ritualistic. Finally, one night God impressed upon my heart to just rest…just rest… And He taught me about being still… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To experience the abundant life that God wants to give me, I learned to keep my eyes on Him! As I fixed my eyes and thoughts on Him, he showered me with peace and joy. He let me live above my circumstances (and I had more on my plate than Dustin and Garrett being gone). As I pried my mind away from my problems and fears and conscientiously, intentionally, and vigorously focussed on Him, my path became amazingly easier to walk and delightfully full of “God moments”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you have “prayed me” to this juncture in our lives and I want to thank you for those prayers. My heart has been changed and continues to be changed as a result of your steadfast faithfulness to pray for us all. I thank God for you and pray that you will be blessed as I have been with God’s abundant love and peace. And I do thank God, the giver of all things, that Dustin and Garrett are home again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-6059312015302323719?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/6059312015302323719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=6059312015302323719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/6059312015302323719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/6059312015302323719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-morning-almost-ceremonially-i-took.html' title=''/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/Sb414ZayZEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5c_5rFzrmHw/s72-c/2stars.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-4221774254559661988</id><published>2009-02-25T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:05:17.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dustin is Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e7a6b774d5463354f413d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Dustin is Home" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e7a6b774d5463354f413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-4221774254559661988?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/4221774254559661988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=4221774254559661988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/4221774254559661988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/4221774254559661988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/02/dustin-is-home.html' title='Dustin is Home!'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-4340084017150910870</id><published>2009-02-13T09:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T09:07:10.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Good News...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom continues to do well.  She went to the opthamalogist (sp?) yesterday.  As most of you know, she has macular degeneration.  She has been getting shots in her eyes.  In some folks, the results are remarkable, practically making the MD go away.  Others are not quite so fortunate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;PTL, Mom is one of the fortunate.  Her doctor yesterday decided not to give her another injection because the MD is practically gone!  Only one little spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, isn't God good?  I remember when Mom was diagnosed with MD.  It was scary.  But, she was determined to take it one day at a time and give it to God.  Who better could handle it?  I would say He has handled it quite well!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's hard to know why God heals some and not others.  I'd say it's all in his plan of perfecting us.  He knows what is best and what roads we need to take in order to be ready to go on to our heavenly home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-4340084017150910870?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/4340084017150910870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=4340084017150910870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/4340084017150910870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/4340084017150910870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-good-news.html' title='More Good News...'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-7925297777701285378</id><published>2009-02-13T08:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:59:39.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's80th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, Dad finally caught up with Mom!  We celebrated his birthday last weekend at one of his favorite restaurant's.  I think we had 15 of our family there.  We were missing Dustin/Garrett/Duane &amp;amp; family.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We did our traditional Chamberlin rendition of Happy Birthday (much to Dad's horror - see video).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We are soooo thankful for our mom/dad.  It was a great celebration.  What a wonderful man my dad is -- an example for our kids/families.  We love you, Dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bea382525a35a862" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbea382525a35a862%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331402638%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D21C1D07C3CA075F84C50819DDA7E26F09CA7C24E.1CC424FC21D62DFE196D759E69A93D09D4F9AF5F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbea382525a35a862%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D926Nzw0o8bcEAYkUeZIHvL87OAU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbea382525a35a862%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331402638%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D21C1D07C3CA075F84C50819DDA7E26F09CA7C24E.1CC424FC21D62DFE196D759E69A93D09D4F9AF5F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbea382525a35a862%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D926Nzw0o8bcEAYkUeZIHvL87OAU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-7925297777701285378?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bea382525a35a862&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/7925297777701285378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=7925297777701285378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/7925297777701285378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/7925297777701285378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/02/dads80th-birthday.html' title='Dad&apos;s80th Birthday'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-7324145095479740247</id><published>2009-01-26T13:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:29:41.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raising Hands To The Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SX38nXvsh6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/7EZor6Vot4M/s1600-h/DSCN0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295666490176735138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SX38nXvsh6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/7EZor6Vot4M/s320/DSCN0222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another milestone in La Donna's development ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;OCCUPATION THERAPIST "MARCIA"&lt;br /&gt;has been working on La Donna's hand and arm to facilitate some meaningful movement in them. The signals from the brain are coming through, but the tone (stiffness/tightness) has hindered the movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcia has worked so that La Donna is now able to lift her hand to her nose, and she is able to open her tight fingers a remarkable distance. How wonderful it is to have therapists so skilled in the healing arts that we continue to see improvement almost on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We raise our hands in praise to the Lord, but also in praise to His servants like Marcia in the healing ministry. She puts a real smile on La Donna's (and Nelson's) face&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOVE -- POPPO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-7324145095479740247?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/7324145095479740247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=7324145095479740247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/7324145095479740247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/7324145095479740247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/01/raising-hands-to-lord.html' title='Raising Hands To The Lord'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SX38nXvsh6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/7EZor6Vot4M/s72-c/DSCN0222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-8599854612252582522</id><published>2009-01-19T10:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:42:00.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boys (Dustin and Garrett) are Coming Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SXSfJpM_nLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/0ZJ3GDFx5F8/s1600-h/Kari+(6375+of+120).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293030450095168690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SXSfJpM_nLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/0ZJ3GDFx5F8/s320/Kari+(6375+of+120).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;For those of you who have kept up with Dustin and Garrett, we are excited to say that Dustin is scheduled to come home in late February and Garrett will be home in March! Don't send any more packages because they won't be able to get them after 1/31/09. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lori (my sister) and I are now "official" Operation Love photographers. OpLove is a non-profit organization that does photo shoots of deployments, homecomings, and in-betweens for our deployed servicemen/women. We started with Kari, Garrett's girlfriend who is such a pretty, sweet girl, don't you agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My next official shoot will be in Oahu, Hawaii! It will be Dustin's homecoming! We are so excited to be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for all your prayers, cards and support while they've been away. Just a couple more months and they will be back in the USA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-8599854612252582522?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/8599854612252582522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=8599854612252582522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/8599854612252582522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/8599854612252582522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/01/boys-dustin-and-garrett-are-coming-home.html' title='The Boys (Dustin and Garrett) are Coming Home!'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SXSfJpM_nLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/0ZJ3GDFx5F8/s72-c/Kari+(6375+of+120).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-3151050075520126524</id><published>2009-01-19T10:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:30:32.170-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake soap aphasia'/><title type='text'>A Bad Taste in Dad's Mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SXScdI9IBwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/YSHgWS-l0ko/s1600-h/IMG_3500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293027486501177090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SXScdI9IBwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/YSHgWS-l0ko/s320/IMG_3500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom has a ton of Christmas decorations and their house also was blessed with goodies to eat throughout the Christmas season. Christmas was definitely one of our best this year. However, you wouldn't know that from the look on Dad's face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aphasia (or more accurately, dysphasia), mom's speech disorder that intereferes with proper selection of words, can have a distasteful effect on communication. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom and Dad had this little decorative white star hanging around their house all Christmas long. It was on a little plate in the kitchen and one day, Dad inquired as to what it was. 'Cake," mom answered. Oh yum, Dad thought, I think I'll have a bite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad took a good size bite and started to chew and immediately had a serious shock to his tastebuds! It was a spitting, mouth watering, "what in the world?!?" reaction! It was soap, not cake! It kind of smelled like the "Irish Spring" version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the funny part: We laughed and laughed and I finally asked Mom, did you think it was cake or did you know it was soap? She said she knew it was soap but the word cake came out! So imagine her shock when Dad took a bite of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole incident has given us countless laughs and continues to do so as I write this. So, my warning to you is, anytime you come to my mom/dad's house, make sure you confirm what you're eating. It might not be what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Payback is hell. I got my mouth washed out with soap a couple of times. Now my dad knows how it feels! Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-3151050075520126524?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/3151050075520126524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=3151050075520126524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/3151050075520126524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/3151050075520126524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2009/01/bad-taste-in-dads-mouth.html' title='A Bad Taste in Dad&apos;s Mouth'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SXScdI9IBwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/YSHgWS-l0ko/s72-c/IMG_3500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-4814259326796880166</id><published>2008-12-26T10:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:42:08.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatta Year ! ! !</title><content type='html'>Christmas week HOOK REHAB gave La Donna her final report ... she has completed all of her work/assignments, her progress has been extraordinary, and she is dismissed from all other services they can perform!  We have nothing but the highest praise for HOOK REHAB, Dr. Ed Haskins (Director) and his wonderful staff!  We recommend it to any persons whose doctors are  willing to refer them to HOOKS and who can pass their needs assessment program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later (next year) she may pursue some in depth therapy to improve her walking ability, but she has demonstrated her ability to walk with and without  her cane.  She wants to be rid of the cane permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was celebrated at her house with great joy.  Each member of the family expressed at the dinner table (1) some gift they were most grateful for, and (2) what gift they would like to give Jesus in the next year.  Almost unanimously the gift they chose to be most grateful for was the gift of still having MOMMO with us again this year.  Last Christmas she was just surviving a 5-bypass heart surgery performed a week before, and then she suffered a stroke within the next month.  She is a model of determination and perseverance, and as one member of the family has put it "There just isn't an ounce of 'quit' in that woman's body!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she awoke this morning, one of the first things she said was "I am so happy!"  The joy is back and in spite of the lingering limitations she is positive and optimistic in her approach to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all thanks to our Wonderful Creator, and also to HOOK REHAB and to our many friends who have stuck by us through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE -- POPPO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-4814259326796880166?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/4814259326796880166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=4814259326796880166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/4814259326796880166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/4814259326796880166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/12/whatta-year.html' title='Whatta Year ! ! !'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-3490673944472387497</id><published>2008-12-18T19:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:40:54.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, MOM!  You're 80!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SUrsl_0I3dI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yx037Uh_eUY/s1600-h/205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281293650574761426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SUrsl_0I3dI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yx037Uh_eUY/s320/205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SUrsSEZ_6YI/AAAAAAAAAHs/bkLz5U9kSoM/s1600-h/191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281293308209916290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SUrsSEZ_6YI/AAAAAAAAAHs/bkLz5U9kSoM/s320/191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SUrq3Y3j0yI/AAAAAAAAAHk/00SpQ9Mg3uw/s1600-h/209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281291750334518050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SUrq3Y3j0yI/AAAAAAAAAHk/00SpQ9Mg3uw/s320/209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SUrq275JduI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VJhnVjYoAL0/s1600-h/204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281291742556550882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SUrq275JduI/AAAAAAAAAHc/VJhnVjYoAL0/s320/204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wednesday, December 17th was Mom's 80th birthday! She was showered with cards and letters from family and friends near and far. Even the President of the United States, George Dubya, sent her a card! Thanks to all of you who sent your happy birthday wishes! She called today in tears saying what a great birthday she had! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lori and I fixed dinner and we had a wonderful time! Butchie (Art) and Fishie (Dave) were also there, giving Mom their usual hard time...lots of laughs were had by all. Later, Monte and most of his family (Caitie went home because she had a rough week) stopped by, too. And so it was, "Let the Wii games begin!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know who likes the Wii the most: Gpa or the Grandkids. Well, really, I think Gpa does. He does Wii Fit almost everyday for his work out now since they don't go to the web. It's a great thing - that Wii is! What's even greater is that Mom/Dad and all there friends are staying young by playing it and having Wii Parties!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last year at this time, Mom was just a few days post 5-bypass surgery. It was by God's grace that we got to keep her with us for some more time. As usual, we thank you for your prayers and your loving attention. And thank you for making her 80th birthday special for her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-3490673944472387497?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/3490673944472387497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=3490673944472387497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/3490673944472387497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/3490673944472387497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-mom-youre-80.html' title='Happy Birthday, MOM!  You&apos;re 80!!'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SUrsl_0I3dI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yx037Uh_eUY/s72-c/205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-3271955771320472212</id><published>2008-12-04T16:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:53:07.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GRADUATION DAY HAS COME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday, November 24th was a significant day in La Donna's stroke recovery.  Dr. Ed Haskins and his rehab therapists met with La Donna, her family, and fellow members of her ORANGE TEAM to celebrate her completion of four months of intensive therapy and declare her GRADUATED with honors.  Dr. Haskins indicated that La Donna had surpassed with flying colors the goals they had set for her, and noted her determination and perseverance as being chief factors in her recovery.  He also said with a smile that her "perfectionist tendencies" had driven her to keep going when the work was hard until the results were satisfactorily accomplished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Refreshments were provided for all in attendance, and her whole family expressed their profound gratitude for the marvelous work that HOOK REHAB had accomplished on her behalf.  Her Physical Therapist (Shannon) confided that when she first came to HOOK REHAB they were in doubt that she would ever be able to walk again.  But Shannon has worked tirelessly with her to the point that La Donna was able to walk a considerable distance without the aid of the cane.  She walks with a four-wheel cane unassisted (with a family member trailing close by just to make sure she does not lose her balance).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After a week off from the rigors of intensive all-day therapy, she returns during the month of December two days a week for just two hours of speech and physical therapy.  We are grateful to the staff at HOOKs, to the neighbors and friends who have cared for her so diligently.  AMAZING ... OVER 3600 HITS ON THIS BLOG BY PEOPLE WHO ARE REALLY CONCERNED ABOUT HER.  THANKS FOR YOUR LOVE AND SUPPORT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;LOVE -- POPPO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-3271955771320472212?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/3271955771320472212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=3271955771320472212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/3271955771320472212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/3271955771320472212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/12/graduation-day-has-come.html' title='GRADUATION DAY HAS COME'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-1414099260218567793</id><published>2008-11-14T09:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:24:17.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LATEST GREATEST NEWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are ready for some great news, fasten your seatbelts because here it is coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;HOOK REHAB has determined that La Donna will be qualified to graduate from her intensive training routine with them on Monday, November 24th! Her four days a week routine will be over (and she has earned it with her hard work and determination). She will return for a brief stint for specialized therapy three times a week, then two times and then one time a week (but each of those sessions will be abreviated 45 minute sessions in physical therapy, occupational therapy or perhaps speech therapy). NO MORE 9:00 - 4:00 ORDEALS AND SHE IS HAPPY ABOUT THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Secondly, physical therapist Shannon has been able to get La Donna to walk on her own without a cane! It is marvelous to see this miraculous improvement. We still walk along beside her ready to catch her if she loses her balance, but she has been able to walk a considerable distance without any assistance. Nelson's promise that he would shave off his goatee or beard when she learned to walk by herself has been fulfilled. He is clean-shaven again (and of course La Donna appreciates that change as well).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, Nelson picked up La Donna in his Delorean sports car (see it at &lt;a href="http://www.st11.us/"&gt;http://www.st11.us/&lt;/a&gt; on the MY TOY Page) but before that he gave Dr. Ed Haskins a ride -- actually had him drive the Delorean for a short trip. He was the envy of the whole office staff and they watched him perform. We just cannot express enough praise for him and his great staff for the wonderful work they have done for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;LOVE -- POPPO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.st11.us/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-1414099260218567793?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/1414099260218567793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=1414099260218567793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/1414099260218567793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/1414099260218567793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/11/latest-greatest-news.html' title='LATEST GREATEST NEWS'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-2873122894160047625</id><published>2008-10-19T20:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:02:42.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom is doing great.  Wish I had another picture to share with you.  My friend, Andrea, called me yesterday and said, "Your mom looked so pretty at church last week.  She looks like herself again!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom has walked into church for the last two weeks (no wheelchair!)  Last week, Dad dropped her off at the door.  This week, she walked from the parking lot!  She also stood this week during the final hymn!  So, I guess it is accurate to say she is getting back to her old -- I mean, young -- self!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad is reverting back to his old self, too.  Since Mom is getting better, I see him lightening up a bit and doing more fun things.  For example, he bought a Wii last week!!  He set it up in the living room so he and mom can play instead of watch the stupid shows that are on TV.  He also bought the Wii Fit program to help get them both back in shape.  (I did it and it said I had the fitness of a 63 year old, which I highly disagreed with!  Jack, my son, said, "You don't have the body of a 63 year old, but you do play video games like a 63 year old!"  That, I could buy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things aren't perfect, but we are adjusting to this new way of life.  There isn't a day that goes by that I am so thankful that I have my mom...and that Dad has my mom!  I don't even want to imagine the void -- well, I won't even go there.  Nevermind  that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's hard to believe that it has been 10 months since this whole ordeal began.  God is faithful.  He has provided us with blessings through this that we would have never imagined.  Our faith has strengthened.  Our family has strengthened.  Our gratitude has grown.  And we, once again, have learned that God gives us the grace when we need it (and only when we need it) to persevere through whatever comes our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for your prayers and keeping up with us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lots of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-2873122894160047625?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/2873122894160047625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=2873122894160047625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2873122894160047625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2873122894160047625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/10/mom-update.html' title='Mom Update'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-5089555788543974690</id><published>2008-10-04T11:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T11:55:11.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WE'RE OFF TO THE RACES !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SOeQ2ky2saI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-jH38Hj7hHQ/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253326757615284642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SOeQ2ky2saI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-jH38Hj7hHQ/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Great NEWS ... and Great PROGRESS --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;La Donna's physical therapist (Shannon) brought in a wheeled cane for her to try out, and with it she made a wonderful transition in her walking ability. Her balance is much better and she is able to walk good distances without help (except to have a helper walking along side her to make sure she doesn't lose it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thursday night we traveled to Anderson to have dinner with some friends. She walked with her cane all the way into the restaurant (and back out again after dinner). Her friends sat in their car in astonishment to see her walk as she did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tuesday we had a family conference and Dr. Ed Haskins (head of the Hook Rehab Outpatient Facility) noted her progress and approved her for at least another month of therapy there. While her speech has improved, her right arm and hand have been very slow in making progress (and she is concerned about that). She has been taught how to stand at the kitchen sink and perform kitchen duties (to the delight of her husband), and she is able to count out her medications and take them with supervision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We are grateful to God and to the Therapists at Hook Rehab for the progress she is making.  We are thankful also for your prayers and concern.  Any doubt about how much people care about her?  Just look at the count of hits on this blog ... way over 3000!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-5089555788543974690?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/5089555788543974690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=5089555788543974690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/5089555788543974690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/5089555788543974690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/10/were-off-to-races.html' title='WE&apos;RE OFF TO THE RACES !!'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SOeQ2ky2saI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-jH38Hj7hHQ/s72-c/IMG_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-766959573627701856</id><published>2008-09-13T01:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T01:12:18.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dustin and Garrett were home from Iraq!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bg border="0" style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dustin and Garrett were home from Iraq for 18 days.  Hit the "play" button if you'd like to see some photos of our time together!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e4459784f5441334d673d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="303" alt="Click to play Story Lines - Dustin and Garrett's Respite from Iraq" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e4459784f5441334d673d3d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-766959573627701856?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/766959573627701856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=766959573627701856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/766959573627701856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/766959573627701856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/09/dustin-and-garrett-were-home-from-iraq.html' title='Dustin and Garrett were home from Iraq!'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-970570023993034683</id><published>2008-09-13T01:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:31:22.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dustin and Garrett Home from Iraq!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e4459784f5441334d673d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="303" alt="Click to play Story Lines - Dustin and Garrett's Respite from Iraq" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e4459784f5441334d673d3d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-970570023993034683?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/970570023993034683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=970570023993034683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/970570023993034683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/970570023993034683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/09/dustin-and-garrett-home-from-iraq.html' title='Dustin and Garrett Home from Iraq!'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-8354486679312212066</id><published>2008-09-08T22:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:15:06.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Friends! It's been a busy week. Mom gave us a little scare last week on Friday...she had "heaviness" in her chest and her doctor had an ambulance come and get her and take her to the hospital! Well, they did test after test for two days and watched her. We were so pleased to hear that she is fine and received a clean bill of health! Don't know what that was all about, but we are tickled that she is okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Cathcart homefront has been very busy!  Dustin and Garrett, both, are home for an 18 day respite from Iraq.  We have tried to squeeze 6 months into two weeks.  We (the old folks - not Dustin and Garrett) are so tired!  They wear us out!  Not really...but it has been non-stop for awhile.  Unfortunately, it will end all too soon as they return to Iraq on Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, it's late and I must go to bed!  Hope all is well with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lots of love, Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-8354486679312212066?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/8354486679312212066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=8354486679312212066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/8354486679312212066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/8354486679312212066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/09/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-521410993866590975</id><published>2008-08-25T16:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:14:37.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Friends!  It's been awhile (as I was so kindly reminded of by my friend Bill Berry from Memphis).  This is no indication of bad news.  Quite the contrary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom started her intensive rehab at Hook's (as an outpatient) and I must say they are working her hard!  They are addressing all kinds of things through occupational, physical and speech therapy as well as working on memory and problem solving, etc.  (I've threatened to join the memory/problem solving group myself.)  Mom comes home exhausted but we have been able to see some improvements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been "tied up" - enjoying the beginnings of an 18 day respite for our boys, Dustin and Garrett.  They are back from Iraq for some R &amp;amp; R.  We'll be celebrating their birthdays tonight at Maggiano's (yum).  Right now, they are enjoying a movie with Brother Jack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;They look great and are in wonderful spirits.  Dustin talks a mile a minute as usual.  Garrett is enjoying being with his girl, Kari.  Oh, and yes, I think they enjoy seeing the rest of the family, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;More later...must go check some emails, do some school work, and then go celebrate the birthdays and homecoming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for the prayers.  Love,   Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-521410993866590975?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/521410993866590975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=521410993866590975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/521410993866590975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/521410993866590975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-3050882763961951751</id><published>2008-08-07T18:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:01:26.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO HOOKS REHAB</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today (Thursday, August 7th) La Donna graduated to a new level of rehabilitation. She was evaluated by the professionals at Hooks Rehab Facility on 56th Street in Indianapolis and they concluded she would make an excellent prospect for intensive rehabilitative care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dr. Ed Haskins presented a detailed evaluation of her condition at her family consultation and concluded that her determination and dedication to get well is quite evident and qualifies her for their treatment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today in the evaluation process she walked 130 feet on her quad-footed cane! They believe she is surprising in several ways (we could have told them that already).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She is looking forward to the more intensive care program which will take her on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays from 9:00 a.m. until 3:30 p.m. and on Thursdays for one half a day. She will be a busy lady indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Their facilities and equipment are much superior to anything we have seen before. Beside Speech, Occupational and Physical Therapy, she will attend group classes. The family has been invited to attend any of her sessions except the group classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In a month they will bring the family in for another evaluation conference. Nobody is fooled into thinking the recovery fr0m her stroke is going to be an easy one or a rapid one, but she is going to give it her best effort and we will "leave the rest to God" (as Dr. Ed Haskins put it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you all for your prayers and concern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love -- Poppo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-3050882763961951751?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/3050882763961951751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=3050882763961951751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/3050882763961951751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/3050882763961951751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-hooks-rehab.html' title='HELLO HOOKS REHAB'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-3006631686701158687</id><published>2008-08-01T16:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T17:11:19.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember a few weeks ago when I was struggling with God over anxieties about work, Mom's progress and all?  My message from Him was "just trust me; you don't need all the answers now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess He's finally decided it is time to let us in on His plan.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom's headed to Hook Rehab's very intensive outpatient program next week!  She'll be going to therapy M, W, and F from 9 til 3:30 and maybe on Thursdays for a half day.  Sounds like they're going to stretch, strengthen, increase, and maximize every smidge of ability that she has!  They've got state of the art equipment and we really feel like the Home Health therapists have gotten her strong enough to participate in a program as rigorous as this.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We are so grateful for the team that worked with us.  Some of them were so nice, I almost wanted to go work for them!  (That would be you, for one, Carolyn!)  Fortunately, I love my job that I have now and since I can't do two jobs at once, I figured I better stay where I know they'll tolerate me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, it's time to move on, though, and trust God as we take a new turn in our journey.  We'll certainly be updating you on the all the progress that we anticipate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As usual, thanks for the prayers and more later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lots of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-3006631686701158687?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/3006631686701158687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=3006631686701158687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/3006631686701158687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/3006631686701158687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/08/moving-on.html' title='Moving on...'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-3673467651409763694</id><published>2008-07-24T13:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T16:59:23.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“WORLD  TRAVELER” by Poppo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SIi92RdDq-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/OvKazAbWgbs/s1600-h/DSCN0189_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226636107659324386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SIi92RdDq-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/OvKazAbWgbs/s400/DSCN0189_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week Medicare and our Insurance Company got together and provided Mommo a new JAZZY SELECT SCOOTER (Electric powered wheel chair).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a sturdy (190 pound) piece of machinery that ably transports her anywhere she chooses to go – around the house, visiting in the neighborhood, etc. A Joy Stick on the left arm rest enables her to experience a new freedom to get around like she has nev&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SIi7kqDrabI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ba4CbNzMgaE/s1600-h/DSCN0189_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;er had since her stroke occurred. The plush carpet in her home made it nearly impossible to propel herself around in the manual wheel chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poppo is relieved that he does not have to push her everywhere. Since the SCOOTER is so large he cannot pick it up and put it in his car, he carries the old manual wheel chair in the trunk of the car for those occasions when they need to go somewhere outside their home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SCOOTER STORE was great to deal with – lived up to all they promised including no charge for the $4,000 machine. Their technician (Tony Adams) came out to deliver the chair, fit it to La Donna’s needs, and train her in the proper use of it. We could not be more pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know anyone who might be benefitted with such a machine, you should contact THE SCOOTER STORE at 1-800 723-4535.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-3673467651409763694?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/3673467651409763694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=3673467651409763694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/3673467651409763694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/3673467651409763694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='“WORLD  TRAVELER” by Poppo'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SIi92RdDq-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/OvKazAbWgbs/s72-c/DSCN0189_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-5024920145607720873</id><published>2008-07-14T19:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:54:12.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More on storms...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SHvzqa04vZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/noRfW2cdaZw/s1600-h/PeteyPortrait.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223036102947421586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="175" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SHvzqa04vZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/noRfW2cdaZw/s320/PeteyPortrait.JPG" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay...We had storms again and Bear was his same ole self (shaky, pacing, panting as if life were about to end). Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;     I forgot to tell you about Petey.&lt;br /&gt;     Petey is our 4 pound Maltese. He is the total opposite of Bear. He knows no fear. (He has little dog syndrome.) So, whenever we have a storm and the thunder rolls, Petey runs around, growls and barks as if to say, "Bring in on. I'll take you down just as soon as I find out where you are." It's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;     Petey is just down right stupid when it comes to his self image. He has attacked a 120 pound bull mastiff, he's nearly caught a squirrel twice his size, and he runs under cars while they are pulling down the driveway. He has issues. One of them being he does not understand his limitations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;     I wonder where God would like us to be on the Bear/Petey scale. My guess is that he doesn't want us walking around in fear of our circumstances but he doesn't want us to totally ignore the dangers of this world, either. Isn't that what we often do, though? We're fearful, upset and even shocked (and in a tizzy) when things don't go our way and when things are going well, we are totally unaware of the enemy around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;     I had a hard weekend. Anxieties about work and my mom's progress among other things had me in a real tizzy. I begged God for answers and solutions. "Just tell me what to do!" I said. I wrestled with God all weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;     Finally, I got it. "You don't need answers," he said. "Just trust me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;     Is it really that simple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;     Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     My friend, Vicki, read this to me over the phone this morning. I don't know the author but it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from a devotional book called &lt;u&gt;Jesus Calling.&lt;/u&gt; I love how the author paraphrased God's word to us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Keep walkng with Me along the path I have chosen for you. Your desire to live close to Me is a delight to My heart. I could instantly grant you the spiritual riches you desire, but that is not My way for you. Together we will forge a pathway up the high mountain. The journey is arduous at times, and you are weak. Someday you will dance lightfooted on the high peaks; but for now, your walk is often plodding and heavy. All that I require of you is to take the next step, clinging to My hand for strength and direction. Though the path is difficult and the scenery dull at he the moment, there are sparkling suprprises just around the bend. Stay on the path I have selected for you. It is truly the path of Life. (Psalm 37:23-24, Psalm 23:2-3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll stay on this path but I'm going to make sure I don't walk it alone. That makes all the difference inthe world... in the storm and out of the storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-5024920145607720873?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/5024920145607720873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=5024920145607720873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/5024920145607720873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/5024920145607720873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-on-storms.html' title='More on storms...'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SHvzqa04vZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/noRfW2cdaZw/s72-c/PeteyPortrait.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-6894663471912547109</id><published>2008-07-03T08:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T09:40:50.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been a while since my last update.  We were in Florida on a wonderful vacation with friends.  It was relaxing, fun and renewing.  Like I said in an earlier post, "His mercies are new every morning..."  I certainly sensed that on our vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom continues to move along in her therapy.  I was able to watch her "hand therapy" yesterday.  It had been a month or so since I'd sat in on a session and the improvement was evident!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, since Mom is such a good driver on the Wal-Mart scooters, Dad is looking into getting her a scooter so she can scoot around at home.  This would be very exciting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom's spirits continue to be good.  She gets out and about with Dad and we are thankful for every day we have with both of them.  Thanks for all the prayers!!  -- Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-6894663471912547109?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/6894663471912547109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=6894663471912547109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/6894663471912547109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/6894663471912547109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/07/mom-update.html' title='Mom Update'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-8973639029454355221</id><published>2008-06-21T22:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T14:00:15.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting around...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SF21Ac956mI/AAAAAAAAAEI/EpfHdtjTpWU/s1600-h/2008+06+02_2464_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214522962945370722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SF21Ac956mI/AAAAAAAAAEI/EpfHdtjTpWU/s200/2008+06+02_2464_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom is getting really good at getting around at the grocery store, Wal-Mart, etc. thanks to their motorized scooters. She's a really good driver and does a great job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom and Dad have also been "getting around". They went to Boggstown last week with friends and had a ball. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;This week, I'm in Florida so I'm "getting around", too! So, you all keep in touch with my mom and dad and make sure they're doing okay - okay? More later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-8973639029454355221?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/8973639029454355221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=8973639029454355221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/8973639029454355221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/8973639029454355221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/06/getting-around.html' title='Getting around...'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SF21Ac956mI/AAAAAAAAAEI/EpfHdtjTpWU/s72-c/2008+06+02_2464_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-6316092699461475367</id><published>2008-06-11T10:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:10:47.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Corydon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SE_qgp9fPyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yiAO59w9uGE/s1600-h/Macon+Ray.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210641140631420706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SE_qgp9fPyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yiAO59w9uGE/s200/Macon+Ray.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday June 8th --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audi, Mom and Dad travelled all the way down to Corydon, Indiana for the Memorial Service of our long-time friend (Macon A. Ray). This was the first long trip La Donna had taken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A former parishioner at the Corydon Old Capital United Methodist Church, Macon and his wife Linda have been life-long friends since their first acquaintance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Macon was one of the driving forces of the highly successful Stephen Foster Story Show at Bardstown, Kentucky. Later he portrayed Abraham Lincoln at the Lincoln State Park in Southern Indiana. He was widely known as a Lincoln impersonator because of his depth of knowledge of Abe and his personal appearance to so resembled Lincoln himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People of the Corydon community were delighted to see La Donna in her wheel chair looking so pretty and doing so well. Nelson was one of the featured speakers in the Celebration of Life for Macon Ray and was well received as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audi drove her parents home and they arrived at 30 minutes after midnight ... but the long day was survived well by La Donna. Her strength and courage and determination is a vital factor in her continual remarkable recovery. We are all grateful for her progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-6316092699461475367?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/6316092699461475367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=6316092699461475367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/6316092699461475367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/6316092699461475367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/06/trip-to-corydon_11.html' title='Trip to Corydon'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SE_qgp9fPyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yiAO59w9uGE/s72-c/Macon+Ray.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-4812035140185627352</id><published>2008-06-05T07:38:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T17:20:52.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace through the Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SEhWg3BT2gI/AAAAAAAAAD4/G3fZIIO7I5Q/s1600-h/Bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208508091579226626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SEhWg3BT2gI/AAAAAAAAAD4/G3fZIIO7I5Q/s400/Bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We've had some mighty storms in the last few days and if you knew our dog, Bear, you would feel sorry for him regardless of your like or dislike for dogs. He trembles with fear and sometimes even cries at the hint of thunder or lightning. This week, we had non-stop storms with 4 1/2 inches of rain in one day. Needless to say, Bear got no rest and there was no peace in the storm for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We tried to console him. "It's okay, Bear!" We hugged him. Loved on him. I even held this 45 pound dog on my lap. Still, no peace in the storm. His greatest relief was to go into a closet in the middle of the house and hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"What's wrong with him?" I wondered. He doesn't know Jesus! It's as simple as that. If he knew Jesus, he probably wouldn't be so rattled. Maybe a little up tight, but he would know the final outcome would be okay whether he lived through the storm or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's hard to find Jesus if you're a dog, no doubt, but even if you're a person it's hard to find Jesus in the midst of a storm if you never knew him before. That's why the Bible tells us the way to life - to God - is vigorous and requires your total attention! In order to have life, especially in the midst of a storm, you have to have God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagine being in the middle of any chaotic, frightful situation and looking for someone that you don't know. You may actually find him but how easy would it be to trust him if you didn't know them very well? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;If there were anyway I could help Bear to understand what it's like to be under God's umbrella of protection, he wouldn't be so frightened in the storm. He may never know that peace but I hope you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Draw near to God and He will draw near to you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;James 4:8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-4812035140185627352?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/4812035140185627352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=4812035140185627352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/4812035140185627352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/4812035140185627352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/06/peace-through-storm.html' title='Peace through the Storm'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SEhWg3BT2gI/AAAAAAAAAD4/G3fZIIO7I5Q/s72-c/Bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-6194849882604124132</id><published>2008-06-01T14:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:02:38.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No News is Good News?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, it seems like my blog entries get further apart as time goes on.  Perhaps that is an indication of the busy-ness of my life AND the fact that we are no longer in crisis!  Both good things - and proof once again that God provides and handles things for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom continues to be like the tortoise in the Tortoise and the Hare story.  Her therapists say she keeps plodding along - not at record speed but with good steadiness and consistency.  We'll take that even though Mom would like a more swift results.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We're thankful that Mom says she enjoys life.  Her biggest worries are about Dad and his shoulder pain.  He's had a massage therapist out to the house which gave a little bit of relief.  We'll hope for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;This summer looks like it's going to be good.  Mom and Dad enjoy time in their screened in porch and going to lunch with their friends.  We'll have more time to hang out, hopefully, since I'm off for 8 weeks in the summer (YEA!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for all the thoughts/prayers/cards and visits.  And don't let me forget -- the meals!  People have not forgotten Mom/Dad even though it has been 4 months since her stroke.  You are good people and we love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;More later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-6194849882604124132?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/6194849882604124132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=6194849882604124132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/6194849882604124132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/6194849882604124132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-news-is-good-news.html' title='No News is Good News?'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-2259106163638335049</id><published>2008-05-18T11:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T11:13:33.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All the way from Iraq!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SDBGU3mwBVI/AAAAAAAAADw/8fJh5U3-Udg/s1600-h/GarrettCookies"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201734893950731602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SDBGU3mwBVI/AAAAAAAAADw/8fJh5U3-Udg/s400/GarrettCookies" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;See?  You can still have a stroke and have a "bum right side" and affect others on the other side of the world!  Here's a picture of Mom's grandson, Garrett, in Iraq.  The card on the package of cookies says "Made by Grandma Chamberlin with her left hand!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a thumbs up welcome package - I bet they didn't last long - so we'll just have to get on it and send him some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom continues to be busy and make progress. All of our spirits are good and God continues to work good in our lives!  Sing and make music to the Lord!  (Ephesians 5:19)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-2259106163638335049?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/2259106163638335049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=2259106163638335049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2259106163638335049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2259106163638335049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-way-from-iraq.html' title='All the way from Iraq!'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SDBGU3mwBVI/AAAAAAAAADw/8fJh5U3-Udg/s72-c/GarrettCookies' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-2804938556726463849</id><published>2008-05-11T19:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:04:37.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SCeXXHmwBUI/AAAAAAAAADo/_4FACtRcd6Y/s1600-h/2008+05+09_2141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199290718256891202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SCeXXHmwBUI/AAAAAAAAADo/_4FACtRcd6Y/s400/2008+05+09_2141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mother's Day was especially joyful for us this year because we had our mother with us! We had a great day. We promised Mom a year ago that Monte, Lori and I would sing in church for her on Mother's Day. We sang together as we grew up and it has been years since we had done so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"It is Well with my Soul" couldn't have been more appropriate. It is the story of our lives and the attitude that Mom/Dad have taught us to have. Not always easy...but we have learned through our trials of heart attacks, job losses, debilitating diseases, strokes, divorce (and the list goes on) that God will always give us the grace we need to get through whatever trial comes our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Consider it pure joy when trials come your way" (James 1:2) is not something that we instinctively. I'm working on it though, and try to remind myself to ask, "How will God use this to help me grow?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom says she enjoys life, now. That was always one of my prayers - that no matter how far her progress takes her - that she can enjoy life. And she repeatedly says she does. Her sense of humor comes in handy when the words don't come out right. And during therapy sessions, she makes us laugh when everyone is going crazy over how well she does and she just rolls her eyes and flips her hand as if to say "Whatever!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;My momma is a blessing to all those around her. How thankful we are to have her in our lives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-2804938556726463849?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/2804938556726463849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=2804938556726463849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2804938556726463849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2804938556726463849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SCeXXHmwBUI/AAAAAAAAADo/_4FACtRcd6Y/s72-c/2008+05+09_2141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-5709029277980574243</id><published>2008-04-28T19:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T20:00:34.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Kitchen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SBZgj8HkM8I/AAAAAAAAADg/MT7mB2n_mAw/s1600-h/OneHandedCB_2090.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194445390767993794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SBZgj8HkM8I/AAAAAAAAADg/MT7mB2n_mAw/s320/OneHandedCB_2090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I told Mom today, "Your vacation is over! It's time for you to get to work!!"  So, we started our work on our One Handed Cookbook by experimenting with different cutting techniques.  Cutting with one hand sounds easy until you try it!  I've learned a lot already.  For one thing, don't make things so difficult!  Tear the tops off of those strawberries and then lay them upsidedown and cut 'em up!  After we got the strawberries cut for tonight's dinner, we moved on to making Peanut Butter Cookies for Dustin and Garrett in Iraq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bowls don't hold still when you stir so we put all of the cookie ingredients in a 1 gallon baggie.  Mom did it all...cracked the egg/measured the oil/cut the bag open.  A brick covered in aluminum foil serves as her "other hand" and holds many things down quite nicely!  After we got everything in the baggie, Mom squished and pushed and squeezed it until it was mixed up quite perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We made a pan of cookies for both Dustin and Garrett and they're vacuumed packed and ready to go!  They'll be tickled first of all, just to get the cookies, but secondly because Gma Chamberlin made them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like a good cook, Mom washed and dried all the dishes by herself -- with me standing by as the "balance supervisor" - even though she did not require any help.  I'm thinking she's going to be back to work quicker than she may think!  Dad's gonna love that because I can just about guarantee he likes HER cooking more than he likes his own!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We also went to quilting club today and had a nice visit with the ladies.  The food is always good at quilting club and as I write this, I'm feeling kind of guilty for not bringing some of that yummy dessert home for Dad.  Oh well, next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been a great day!  Thanks for your prayers and interest in Mom's progress.  They're certainly working...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love,  Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-5709029277980574243?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/5709029277980574243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=5709029277980574243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/5709029277980574243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/5709029277980574243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-to-kitchen.html' title='Back to the Kitchen...'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/SBZgj8HkM8I/AAAAAAAAADg/MT7mB2n_mAw/s72-c/OneHandedCB_2090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-2365716587935318980</id><published>2008-04-25T07:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T07:33:24.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello everyone!  I hope you've had a good week!  We certainly have!  On Monday, Mom and I spent most of the day together.  We went to the credit union, to Wal-Mart and had a nice leisurely lunch at the Olive Garden with my sister.  Then we just went home and hung out for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom and I have a new project!  (Wish us luck!)  We are going to start working on One-Handed Cookbook!  I have searched the web and googled everything I can think of and although there are a lot of PRODUCTS out for "one handers" there are few ideas out of how to do things one handed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom is a great cook and it's one of my passions, too.  So, I'm thinking that we can help ourselves and others, too. Don't get too excited!  I'm notorious for great ideas and little follow-through!  SO, if you want to pray for me, pray that we will get some work done on our cookbook so others can benefit as well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope all is well.  It seems like Spring is here and hope is all around!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love you all -- Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-2365716587935318980?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/2365716587935318980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=2365716587935318980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2365716587935318980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2365716587935318980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-morning-friends.html' title='Good Morning Friends!'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-1706697530817751866</id><published>2008-04-17T10:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:24:58.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remarkable Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;The good word this week is that although her progress is not quite fast enough for La Donna, her therapists are saying she has made (and IS making) remarkable progress.  In a conference with her involved therapists, they marveled at the way she is improving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;She walked about 150 feet on the hemiwalker this past week and only had to have her balance corrected one time.  Her speech (aphasia) is improving and her right hand is beginning to get a little bit more mobility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yesterday she joined the 30 Whispering Woods Residents for their monthly luncheon (this time held at Bravos Restaurant in Indianapolis).  Her occasional trips outside the house help to brighten her spirits and negate her impatience as she hears her friends tell her how much improvement they see in her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;The people of Fishers United Methodist Church have brought her meals since her second week home ( and Nelson is learning to be an efficient microwave operator).  It is wonderful to have so many great friends caring for her.  Please be assured that she enjoys having company.  It would be well to call her before coming to make sure she is not involved with any therapist at the time of your visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-1706697530817751866?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/1706697530817751866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=1706697530817751866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/1706697530817751866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/1706697530817751866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/04/remarkable-progress.html' title='Remarkable Progress'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-2721427299651071951</id><published>2008-04-11T10:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:51:14.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update from the Cathcarts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R_95-uebP4I/AAAAAAAAADY/iISQNVS5l8Y/s1600-h/IMG_1102.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187999414288596866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R_95-uebP4I/AAAAAAAAADY/iISQNVS5l8Y/s200/IMG_1102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Friends! We've had a good week. Mom and Dad were over for dinner and the weather was so nice we ate on the screened in porch! It was beautiful out and so wonderful to have the parents back at our house! Mom and I were talking yesterday and we were looking forward to walks outside. Mom continues her therapy and is still making steady progress. Not as quickly as she would like, but steady...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My best friend was in town this week (she's a speech pathologist too) and she was so shocked by how great Mom's speech was. She kept saying "I give her an 85 - 90%!" She saw Mom about a month ago and reminded me that what she did then does not even compare to her speech now. Way to go, MOM!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some of you have asked about Dustin and Garrett, our twin sons, who are BOTH over in Iraq right now serving our country. Word from them indicates they are doing great. They are both in charge of the MITT (something to do with M____ I______ Transition Team). They are training 650+ Iraqi soldiers to take over. They are at different bases but have seen each other while Garrett was training on Dustin's base. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dustin LOVES his job. He's been there since December and repeatedly says he has "no complaints." He's encouraged by the progress that they are making. He talks a mile a minute when he calls home and his enthusiasm is evident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Garrett says he's fine, but he's tired because he's doing two jobs. (MITT plus his job last time he was there.) This is also his second tour in Iraq so he's probably not quite so enthusiastic! His tour last time was physically and emotionally costly. Anyway, he says that he is doing fine and he's safe. He's not on a base. He lives in an old meat packing facility. Has a roommate but that should change eventually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We continually pray for their contentment and safe return to home and thank many of you for doing the same.  Sometimes I feel so SELFISH because so many people are praying for our family!  It is very humbling to say the least.  Goes to show how needy we are on family/friends and most of all, Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, that's all I know for now!  I'll write more later.  Have much to do on this last OFFICIAL day of my Spring Break!  Lots of love...  Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-2721427299651071951?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/2721427299651071951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=2721427299651071951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2721427299651071951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2721427299651071951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/04/update-from-cathcarts.html' title='Update from the Cathcarts'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R_95-uebP4I/AAAAAAAAADY/iISQNVS5l8Y/s72-c/IMG_1102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-3671633244494280519</id><published>2008-04-09T09:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T09:59:07.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Riverview Rehab Revisited (by Poppo)</title><content type='html'>Last week La Donna had to go to Riverview Hospital for an Ultra Sound on her thyroid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the test, I took her up to the third floor rehab facility to visit the therapists there.  When we came in Sara looked up and fairly squealed in delight to see her.  She was so happy to see the evident progress that La Donna has made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went around the corner to where Susan was working with a patient.  When she saw La Donna she stopped therapy on her patient, came running over to the wheel chair where Mommo was sitting, hugged her and said, "La Donna ... I will never forget you as long as I live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a delightful conversation with both of these great therapists, then went down the hall to visit with some of the nurses who had cared for her in the rehab facility.  They were all delighted to see her and to note her progress.  They had not forgotten her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was evident to me (Poppo) that even in her diminished state of a stroke, she had made a profound impression on all of these people.  Thank God for the progress that surprised even the professionals who took care of her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-3671633244494280519?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/3671633244494280519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=3671633244494280519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/3671633244494280519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/3671633244494280519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/04/riverview-rehab-revisited-by-poppo.html' title='Riverview Rehab Revisited (by Poppo)'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-3129417573397719175</id><published>2008-04-03T15:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T21:17:20.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lefty" Playing Her Piano Again - by Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R_UxzGN8O4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/-9wF_o6_9D4/s1600-h/DSCN0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185105299899169666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R_UxzGN8O4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/-9wF_o6_9D4/s200/DSCN0186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; What a great family we have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monte (who owns his own construction business) brought in some of his men to refit our house with the equipment needed for her stroked condition – lowered bed from 34 inches high; removed some doors from hinges so the wheel chair could get through more easily; established a grab bar in the bathroom to help La Donna stand; refitted lounge chair to remove the tilt and swivel mechanisms to provide a more secure foundation for her sitting down and getting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audi established her blog (lamentations3.blogspot.com) to keep all our friends informed about La Donna’s progress; has used her skills as a Speech Pathologist to help her overcome her aphasia (speech difficulties); and has guided us in all our medical decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori has redecorated our house with a Spring Theme (to Mom’s relief); has spent a great deal of time sitting with her and caring for her; BUT MOST OF ALL, SHE HAS SET UP A PROGRAM WHEREBY MOM CAN PLAY THE LEFT HAND PIANO PART WHILE LORI PLAYS THE RIGHT HAND PART (RECORDED) ON THE ROLAND KR3 DIGITAL PIANO. She has provided a written musical score for the left hand so La Donna can get back into using her piano in a meaningful way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the original arrangement Lori has written so beautifully – “IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL” … is that not prophetic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-3129417573397719175?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/3129417573397719175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=3129417573397719175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/3129417573397719175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/3129417573397719175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/04/lefty-playing-her-piano-again_03.html' title='&quot;Lefty&quot; Playing Her Piano Again - by Dad'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R_UxzGN8O4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/-9wF_o6_9D4/s72-c/DSCN0186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-71197369148039106</id><published>2008-03-31T10:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T20:37:49.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Thy Neighbor - by Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R_Dv1GN8O2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/NO1KOaP1KXs/s1600-h/lcwalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183906866584632162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R_Dv1GN8O2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/NO1KOaP1KXs/s200/lcwalk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let us tell you what real love and concern and neighborliness is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Denny and Donna Sheets (Adams and Marshall neighbors) came by to see La Donna. We always appreciate their visits … they are such genuine people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poppo decided he wanted to “show off” Mommo’s progress. So he got her up on her hemiwalker (see photo courtesy of Mike Delladio) and exhibited her walking across the room with minimal assistance. She is walking now with only occasional help to keep her in balance when the weak right side doesn’t want to do its thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they walked along together in front of Donna Sheets, Poppo looked over to see the broadest grin overcoming Donna’s face. But that was not the best of it. He saw tears of joy and gratitude swelling up in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For neighbors to be so glad for her measure of recovery that they would be moved to tears … that is what real love and concern and neighborliness is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they attended worship at Castleton United Methodist Church Sunday, Denny and Donna were the first to race across the sanctuary to greet them. They never got rich serving in the ministry, but nevertheless they are millionaires. Wonderful friends like this cannot be bought with money. But they are some of the most priceless possessions a family can have. Thank God for neighbors and friends like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-71197369148039106?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/71197369148039106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=71197369148039106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/71197369148039106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/71197369148039106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/03/let-us-tell-you-what-real-love-and.html' title='Love Thy Neighbor - by Dad'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R_Dv1GN8O2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/NO1KOaP1KXs/s72-c/lcwalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-5072610222764388229</id><published>2008-03-30T22:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T22:10:57.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom:  101 Things Stroke Didn't Take from You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;1.        Your family&lt;br /&gt;2.        58 years of marriage&lt;br /&gt;3.        Your home&lt;br /&gt;4.        Your love of music&lt;br /&gt;5.        Your ability to make us smile&lt;br /&gt;6.        Holidays with your family&lt;br /&gt;7.        Your purpose for living&lt;br /&gt;8.        Your noble character&lt;br /&gt;9.        Dad’s 100% confidence in YOU&lt;br /&gt;10.      Your hard work ethic&lt;br /&gt;11.      Your church&lt;br /&gt;12.      Your intelligence&lt;br /&gt;13.      Grandchildren who love you&lt;br /&gt;14.      Your ability to give godly advice&lt;br /&gt;15.      Your ability to pray&lt;br /&gt;16.      Your faith&lt;br /&gt;17.      Companionship with Dad&lt;br /&gt;18.      Shopping with Audi&lt;br /&gt;19.      Dinner plans with Jack and Betty&lt;br /&gt;20.      Friends who love you&lt;br /&gt;21.      Your ability to inspire&lt;br /&gt;22.      God’s plans for you&lt;br /&gt;23.      Your decorating ability&lt;br /&gt;24.      Singing hymns&lt;br /&gt;25.      Living in the USA&lt;br /&gt;26.      Reciting the Lord’s prayer&lt;br /&gt;27.      Memories of dating Dad&lt;br /&gt;28.      Family dinners&lt;br /&gt;29.      Back seat driving&lt;br /&gt;30.      Neighborhood get togethers&lt;br /&gt;31.      Mother’s intuition&lt;br /&gt;32.      God’s word in your heart&lt;br /&gt;33.      Your beauty&lt;br /&gt;34.      Your children’s thankfulness that you’re here&lt;br /&gt;35.      Communion with God&lt;br /&gt;36.      Snuggling with Dad&lt;br /&gt;37.      Daily phone calls with your kids&lt;br /&gt;38.      Visits by the Granddogs&lt;br /&gt;39.      Being pretty&lt;br /&gt;40.      Peace in the storm&lt;br /&gt;41.      Years of serving&lt;br /&gt;42.      God’s ability to comfort you&lt;br /&gt;43.      Spring weather&lt;br /&gt;44.      Days on the screened in porch with dad&lt;br /&gt;45.      Coffee and toast in the morning&lt;br /&gt;46.      Abundance of food&lt;br /&gt;47.      Your beautiful blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;48.      Your smile&lt;br /&gt;49.      Your humility&lt;br /&gt;50.      Your ability to discern&lt;br /&gt;51.      Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;52.      Evenings with Dad&lt;br /&gt;53.      Freedom to worship&lt;br /&gt;54.       Church on Sunday mornings&lt;br /&gt;55.      Opportunities to witness&lt;br /&gt;56.      Afternoon naps&lt;br /&gt;57.      Quiet evenings&lt;br /&gt;58.      Your wisdom&lt;br /&gt;59.      Wealth of friends and family&lt;br /&gt;60.      Your cheerful heart&lt;br /&gt;61.      Your positive attitude&lt;br /&gt;62.      Your onery son-in-laws&lt;br /&gt;63.      Love that covers all wrongs&lt;br /&gt;64.      Joy in the morning&lt;br /&gt;65.      Memories of a Hawaiian vacation&lt;br /&gt;66.      God’s faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;67.      Victory over the grave&lt;br /&gt;68.      A song in your heart&lt;br /&gt;69.      Dad’s loving protection&lt;br /&gt;70.      Daily phone calls from your girls&lt;br /&gt;71.      More time with Dad so he doesn’t have to be alone&lt;br /&gt;72.      Your giving nature&lt;br /&gt;73.      All the lives you’ve affected&lt;br /&gt;74.      Hundreds of lives changed through Divorce Recovery&lt;br /&gt;75.      Ears that hear and eyes that see&lt;br /&gt;76.      The gift of salvation&lt;br /&gt;77.      Courage to continue on&lt;br /&gt;78.      Our united family&lt;br /&gt;79.      Peace that transcends all understanding&lt;br /&gt;80.      Gift of God’s son, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;81.      Eternal life&lt;br /&gt;82.      Victory over the adversary&lt;br /&gt;83.      79 years of magnificence&lt;br /&gt;84.      Undying love&lt;br /&gt;85.      Motivation to recover&lt;br /&gt;86.      God’s amazing creations&lt;br /&gt;87.      Majesty and glory of God&lt;br /&gt;88.      Constant hope&lt;br /&gt;89.      Deep faith&lt;br /&gt;90.      Your heart for God&lt;br /&gt;91.      Patience while suffering&lt;br /&gt;92.      Your children’s honor and love for you&lt;br /&gt;93.      Grace for the moment&lt;br /&gt;94.      Your deep love for others&lt;br /&gt;95.      Your hospitality toward others&lt;br /&gt;96.      Your value in our world&lt;br /&gt;97.      Your value in God’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;98.      God’s ability to work in your life&lt;br /&gt;99.      Safety and security in God&lt;br /&gt;100.   All of God’s promises&lt;br /&gt;101.   Your heavenly home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-5072610222764388229?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/5072610222764388229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=5072610222764388229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/5072610222764388229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/5072610222764388229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/03/mom-101-things-stroke-didnt-take-from.html' title='Mom:  101 Things Stroke Didn&apos;t Take from You'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-4905712462611230368</id><published>2008-03-30T19:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:21:55.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R_AuXmN8O1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/JGwjiv0Lpus/s1600-h/Frangipani+Flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183694154034330450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R_AuXmN8O1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/JGwjiv0Lpus/s200/Frangipani+Flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We've had a good week. Mom has been busy this week with therapy and guests. She's had friends in for lunch, she's been to dinner at the church, and she came to my (Audi) church today @ Castleton United Methodist Church. You don't know how blessed I felt to see my sweet "mama" sitting in the congregation as I sat in the choir. It was also wonderful for all my friends who have prayed our family through Mom's illness to see how God has worked in our lives. Today, several times people asked "How's your Mom?" and I was tickled to respond, "She's here!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom's getting around on her feet a bit more. Instead of rolling from here to there in her wheel chair, she's starting to walk here and there. On Friday when she walked with me, I did NOTHING except stand by for an occasional "balance check." She stood at the sink and washed a pan, stacked up clean dishes, and did her usual "straightening up" of things. Mom likes to have things straight and organized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad is a gem. I can only pray that my husband will love me half as much as Dad loves Mom in 30 more years! If he does, I'll be one lucky woman! Dad's main struggle is wanting to do too much for Mom. The physical therapist explained to him Friday that instead of helping her so much, he'd be helping her more to let her do more by herself. "But I've always protected her and taken care of her!" he exclaimed. This will be a different way of taking care of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Along with the hope of Spring, we continue to have hope that God will continue doing great things in Mom's life. We keep praying and giving thanks for all that He's done so far!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-4905712462611230368?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/4905712462611230368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=4905712462611230368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/4905712462611230368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/4905712462611230368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/03/mom-update.html' title='Mom Update'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R_AuXmN8O1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/JGwjiv0Lpus/s72-c/Frangipani+Flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-1420763767202949670</id><published>2008-03-24T20:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:22:58.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SuperBowl Returns!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R-hFdGN8OzI/AAAAAAAAACk/MhorSNgYe_s/s1600-h/Bowls3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181467737477364530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R-hFdGN8OzI/AAAAAAAAACk/MhorSNgYe_s/s200/Bowls3" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Friends! We have an abundance of tupperware, really nice pie plates, casserole bowls, etc. that are looking for their true homes! We can't remember where they all belong, thanks to your overwhelming generosity and goodness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please use coming to get your bowls as an excuse to drop in and sit awhile for a visit. Mom and Dad are usually home and would love to see your smiling faces AND return your bowls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Easter, this year, was especially good for the Chamberlin Family. We had a few empty chairs that we wished could have been filled (Dustin and Garrett in Iraq - Duane and family in Florida - Monte's family fighting a bug) but our "Momma's" chair wasn't empty! And for that, we were truly grateful! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our family is blessed...and even though times are a little harder now than before, we are still Easter People! We have so much to be thankful for and will do our best to remember that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope your Easter was full of hope and joy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-1420763767202949670?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/1420763767202949670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=1420763767202949670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/1420763767202949670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/1420763767202949670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/03/superbowl-returns.html' title='SuperBowl Returns!'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R-hFdGN8OzI/AAAAAAAAACk/MhorSNgYe_s/s72-c/Bowls3' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-3214650914706716084</id><published>2008-03-20T16:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:06:53.315-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='W'/><title type='text'>Perfection...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow...it's been almost a week since my last post! Perhaps that is an indication that life is getting a little bit back to normal or that life is crazy busy. Probably a little bit of both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom continues to get better. Last weekend, I took her out for our first mom/daughter outing.  We went to JCPenney and managed to spend a bunch of money!  It was great to have someone to shop with again.  (I hate shopping and I hate shopping alone even more!)  After getting Chinese  for lunch and home to work on some errands, we were both pooped and ready to retire for the night.  So much, that we canceled our dinner plans with each other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom has started back to church and has done a few lunches as well.  We still look forward to Mom being able to walk around and be more independent physically.  She does not like her present physical status. (Can't say I blame her!) On Monday, the doctor had lots of good encouraging comments - indicating that he expected her to do very well along those lines.  The message was to "keep on".  The road is long and hard but she can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This week is Holy Week and no one knows better about long and hard roads as does our Jesus.  I cannot even imagine the dread He was feeling on the night of that last supper or in the Garden of Gethsemane.  But He knew the rest of the story and now we know the rest of the story.  That gives us hope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, the one thing we can be sure of:  God's love is not a pampering love; it's a perfecting love (James McDonald).  Even my precious, sweet little Mama has a little perfecting that God can do in her.  My guess is that God is working in her and all of us throughout this journey.  So, as usual, I just pray that we can all open our hearts to what God would like to do in us amidst the trials of life whether big or small.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's hoping you experience the deep, deep perfecting love that God has for you during this Holy Week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love,   Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-3214650914706716084?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/3214650914706716084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=3214650914706716084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/3214650914706716084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/3214650914706716084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/03/perfection.html' title='Perfection...'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-651626926281811381</id><published>2008-03-14T21:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T22:29:14.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Plans...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Friends...We continue on our journey with Mom. Each week she continues to show progress and we have hope of better things to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think this has been a hard week for Mom. She's getting bored. You know how Mom was before her stroke (always on the go)...always cooking a meal and having someone in for dinner, visiting people who were "shut-ins" and being a Stephen Minister, going to Quilting and to breakfast with her friends on Thursday mornings. All this has changed and I think she's had her fill of "just sitting around" between therapy appointments!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This week she has shown more movement in her arm as she lifted it up over the arm rest of her wheelchair! Whew! That looked hard, but she did it! She's still walking in PT and today she walked with me as well. She also did some laundry with just a little stand-by assistance. Tomorrow, we're going to JC Penneys to see how much money we can spend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay -- now here's our call for help! So many of you have said, "What can we do to help?" Well, things are starting to pile up at home for Dad. He needs to run errands...go to the grocery...post office...license branch...oh yes, let's not forget FRY'S ELECTRONICS! Would anyone like to come visit with mom for 2 1/2 hours or so during the day sometime? I told him I'd try to set up a schedule. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you're interested, please either email me at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:audicathcart@sbcglobal.net"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;audicathcart@sbcglobal.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; or call me at 332-4158. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now...I want to thank everyone AGAIN for all of their prayers, cards, calls, visits, and meals! Mom/Dad have been so well cared for. The food has been wonderful. Your visits break up the day. Most of all, there is no question that they are loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If one falls down, his friend can help him up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But pity the one who falls and has no one to help him up!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ecclesiastes 4:10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for helping Mom/Dad get back on their feet! Lots of love -- Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-651626926281811381?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/651626926281811381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=651626926281811381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/651626926281811381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/651626926281811381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/03/making-plans.html' title='Making Plans...'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-932990597685378257</id><published>2008-03-12T17:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:24:53.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Weather!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow...today it looked like Spring in Indianapolis.  As a result, Dad took Mom on a stroll through the neighborhood.  I know it must have felt good to breathe in some of that good, fresh air!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom continues her therapy schedule and is gradually adding the "normalcies of life" back in.  She's started making more phone calls and  got a perm Monday (thanks to Virginia). She looks like a million bucks!  More later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-932990597685378257?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/932990597685378257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=932990597685378257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/932990597685378257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/932990597685378257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/03/beautiful-weather.html' title='Beautiful Weather!'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-2707956860239116799</id><published>2008-03-08T08:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T09:01:25.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture of Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R9KXQaIABMI/AAAAAAAAACc/En-FYs-AMcQ/s1600-h/MomFingersCopy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175365229948699842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R9KXQaIABMI/AAAAAAAAACc/En-FYs-AMcQ/s200/MomFingersCopy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Friends! I'm all snowed in and snuggled up in my friend's house in Kentucky and when I called Dad to check in, he was so excited at the newest development: Mom started pinching her fingers together! This picture is of her Occupational Therapist (OT) working that hand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Strengthen your feeble arms and weak knees! (Hebrews 12:12). God not only loves us and disciplines us, but he also is a demanding coach who pushes us to our limits and requires us to work! Sometimes he sends us coaches like Carolyn, Mom's OT, who helps facilitate our work when we may not feel strong enough to push on to victory! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As a result, we feel hope and and a growing strength to move on! Mom could respond to hardship in several ways. She could accept it with resignation, self-pity, or with anger or resentment. But, she has chosen to accept her hardship in faith and with hard work and discipline. What a picture of hope that paints for us all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-2707956860239116799?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/2707956860239116799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=2707956860239116799' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2707956860239116799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2707956860239116799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/03/picture-of-hope.html' title='A Picture of Hope'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R9KXQaIABMI/AAAAAAAAACc/En-FYs-AMcQ/s72-c/MomFingersCopy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-5761199094072040239</id><published>2008-03-06T22:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:40:02.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you Pray?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a couple of days ago I mentioned that Mom needed prayers for her spirits and wham!  She's had a couple of great days!  Have you been praying?  If so, thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, her Occupational Therapist came and Mom reported that she had a "great day" yesterday. Mom seemed to be in good spirits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of the Occupational Therapist - we really hit it off!  We take a similar approach to rehab and we were both tickled to meet each other and to find that we are "on the same page" when it comes to Mom's rehab.  We are always thankful for the people that God puts in our lives that give us hope and motivation.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's late...I'll write more later.  Hope you all stay safe and warm...sounds like a winter storm is on it's way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Much love...Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-5761199094072040239?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/5761199094072040239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=5761199094072040239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/5761199094072040239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/5761199094072040239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/03/did-you-pray.html' title='Did you Pray?'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-1953521198539500736</id><published>2008-03-04T19:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:06:03.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Continue On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom's home health therapists have all been out to see her and it looks like her therapy is in motion.  It's not as rigorous as when she was at Riverview.  I don' t know if she likes that or not.  She certainly wishes her progress were a bit swifter.  She tries to say &lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt; now and with the increased complexity comes a little more difficulty.  She thinks her talking is worse.  I don't think it is...she's just attempting to say so much more!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fishers UMC has taken over the meals this week.  Thanks to Whispering Woods (Mom/Dad's friends in the subdivision) for taking them food last week...  Wow! You guys are good in the kitchen!  I was lucky enough to sample some of the food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, please just pray that Mom will find joy in living and that she will recognize what a BLESSING she is to all of us.  Dad is so tickled to have her home.  I'm so thankful that I can bounce over for lunch or after school.  We all are thanking God that we still have our Mom to lend a listening ear, laugh with, and enjoy her presence.  Right now, life is more of a struggle for her but I'm hoping that soon it will be a little easier.  It certainly is a "new normal" that we are adjusting to.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Again, thanks for your prayers!  I thank God for all of you.  Much love...   Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-1953521198539500736?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/1953521198539500736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=1953521198539500736' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/1953521198539500736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/1953521198539500736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-continue-on.html' title='We Continue On...'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-8218843288858550895</id><published>2008-03-04T19:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T19:29:48.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Accompanying the Trombone Trio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Friends...This is an experiment!  How many years ago (was it Dad?) that you and Gig had the trombone trio?  Well, it's actually a good love story because it's how my mom/dad met.  Mom was asked to play the piano for them and Dad was in the trio and well, the rest is history.  Anyway, here's an old recording of them playing God of our fathers.  Go to the link on the right.  It will take you to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esnips.com/web/GodofOurFathers"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.esnips.com/web/GodofOurFathers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; .  After you get there, scroll down to "files" and click on the little picture titled "God of our Fathers".  They were really good!  I hope it works and enjoy the show!   --- Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-8218843288858550895?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/8218843288858550895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=8218843288858550895' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/8218843288858550895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/8218843288858550895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/03/mom-accompanying-trombone-trio.html' title='Mom Accompanying the Trombone Trio'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-6440056596109750835</id><published>2008-03-01T14:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T14:56:26.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dictated by Mom -- Typed by Audi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Everybody.  This is to say THANK YOU for your prayers and concerns.  Thank you for the cards and the considerations.  Also, thank you for the food. I love you all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love, LaDonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-6440056596109750835?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/6440056596109750835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=6440056596109750835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/6440056596109750835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/6440056596109750835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/03/dictated-by-mom-typed-by-audi.html' title='Dictated by Mom -- Typed by Audi'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-3600683560073077341</id><published>2008-02-29T09:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T10:07:32.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visual Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R8gdgaLV5oI/AAAAAAAAAB4/a1mLd7eHfbQ/s1600-h/Mom-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172416614654928514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R8gdgaLV5oI/AAAAAAAAAB4/a1mLd7eHfbQ/s200/Mom-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R8gdgqLV5pI/AAAAAAAAACA/0sJzG_GA1SM/s1600-h/Mom-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172416618949895826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R8gdgqLV5pI/AAAAAAAAACA/0sJzG_GA1SM/s200/Mom-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I think my parents are certainly enjoying being in the comfort of their home instead of being at Riverview hospital.  Therapy is getting started and I can see Mom is still really motivated to get that hand better and to talk better!  That's encouraging -- motivation is certainly a key component!  Dad is doing a great job of keeping things going and Mom's speech is good enough to give him direction when he needs it!  Once again, I say we are so thankful that they are such a good team and example for us.  We could all learn from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think one of the hardest things for Mom now is just "sitting around" waiting for things to happen.  Mom has always been "one who serves" and I think once she can get back to work in that capacity she's going to enjoy life a little more.  Please don't hesitate to call and ask Mom to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pray for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-- that is one thing she is certainly good at!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, must go...just thought I'd give you a little visual update.  Much love --  Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-3600683560073077341?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/3600683560073077341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=3600683560073077341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/3600683560073077341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/3600683560073077341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/02/visual-update.html' title='Visual Update...'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R8gdgaLV5oI/AAAAAAAAAB4/a1mLd7eHfbQ/s72-c/Mom-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-536601759946202342</id><published>2008-02-27T10:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T11:09:48.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Therapy Begins -- Monday, Feb. 25th</title><content type='html'>The &lt;em&gt;TENDER LOVING CARE&lt;/em&gt; Company began our Home Therapy on Monday with a visit from their Home Health Care Nurse (Diana).  She took La Donna's vital statistics (including her Coumadin level) and got acquainted with her case.  Leslie is La Donna's Physical Therapist now, and has already worked with her twice on walking and the balance issue.  Carolyn (her Occupational Therapist) appeared and worked with her on her lame right arm and leg.  She expresses great hope for improvement there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Speech Therapist and Home Health Care Assistant are scheduled to begin work with her immediately.  We are so grateful for the help she is receiving in bringing her to some sort of recovery.  We believe we made a wise choice in accepting Riverview Hospital's Rehab high recommendation &lt;em&gt;of &lt;strong&gt;  Tender Loving Care Company.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;We look forward to working with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-536601759946202342?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/536601759946202342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=536601759946202342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/536601759946202342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/536601759946202342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/02/home-therapy-begins-monday-feb-25th.html' title='Home Therapy Begins -- Monday, Feb. 25th'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-2684190103862687222</id><published>2008-02-27T10:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:52:12.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home -- Sunday, Feb. 24</title><content type='html'>Be it ever so humble ... there's no place like it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On La Donna's last day of Speech Therapy at Riverview Rehab, I heard her Speech Therapist ask her, "What is your favorite meal?"  She responded, "Cube Steak with Mashed Potatos and Gravy."  So to celebrate her home-coming, I ran to the grocery store and bought some steak.  I got the recipe out of her box, but couldn't figure out how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I got her home, I parked her in her wheel chair in the kitchen and had her advise me step by step how to make the celebration meal.  It came out beautifully and we had a great first day home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for meals ... the people of Whispering Woods have committed themselves to bringing in meals for this first week (and I can tell we are going to gain some of that weight we lost the last few weeks).  Then the Fishers United Methodist Church people will bring the meals the next week.  (We never got rich in the ministry ... but we are millionaires because of the friends we have accumulated.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son (Monte) came in on Saturday and took off doors to ease the passage of the new wheel chair through.  He set up the shower with a bench (and shower curtains to replace the shower doors).  Then he put in a grab bar in the Master Bathroom which greatly aids in the transition from the wheel chair to the toilet.  He lowered the 32inch bed to 21 inches by removing the box springs (making the transition into be much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kids have been so supportive in this ordeal and we are grateful to them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-2684190103862687222?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/2684190103862687222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=2684190103862687222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2684190103862687222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2684190103862687222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/02/home-sweet-home-sunday-feb-24.html' title='Home Sweet Home -- Sunday, Feb. 24'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-2638792996428102671</id><published>2008-02-25T18:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:46:37.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi there faithful friends! Indeed, Mom came home on Saturday. What a blessing it is to have her home. Now the place seems a little normal! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's gone very well. On Friday, before Mom came home, Lori and I went up to Riverview and "officially" got trained on transfers. Mom does all the work. We're just there for back up. It really put us both at ease to see how well she does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom/Dad's Whispering Woods Neighborhood has stepped up to the plate and is supplying them with food this week. (I got some of that GREAT cherry pie yesterday and today I ate one of Mom's oatmeal raisin cookies -- yum yum!) They'll get fat if everyone keeps bringing them all that good food. (I need the recipe for the taco chili! -- Had some of that, too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom's new nurse has already been out and the Physical Therapist was scheduled to come this afternoon. What a blessing it is to live in this country where we have healthcare like we do. Yes, there is a cost to all of us but I could never put a price on my momma! I thank God everyday for his goodness to her and our family. God is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Again, thank you for your prayers. More later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-2638792996428102671?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/2638792996428102671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=2638792996428102671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2638792996428102671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2638792996428102671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/02/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home!'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-4865904179746455726</id><published>2008-02-20T21:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T22:12:52.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home on Saturday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Friends! Mom's had a few great days since I've last updated you! On Tuesday, it was confirmed at the care plan that Mom will go home FOR GOOD on Saturday! Today, the Occupational Therapist, Mom, Dad, and my brother, Monte, went out to the house to assess any accomodations that need to be made to make the transition easier. Nothing too major needs to be done -- just a few modifications! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom will be able to do her therapy at home. Now, won't that be nice? It will be so practical. She'll be using her stuff - walking around her home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, the cards are down! Mom must be really looking forward to going home. She's sending things home and already having things packed up at the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't this just a great example of how wonderful God is? We asked him with confidence for his blessing upon Mom and he has answered with an emphatic YES! Dad is elated and so are we!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We are truly grateful for all the prayers, the staff at Riverview, and all the support that we have received. Thank you so much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;More to come later! Keep prayin' and keep the faith! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-4865904179746455726?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/4865904179746455726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=4865904179746455726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/4865904179746455726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/4865904179746455726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/02/home-on-saturday.html' title='Home on Saturday!'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-8876024834976993302</id><published>2008-02-17T18:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T18:44:46.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a Great Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R7jFZbvxB7I/AAAAAAAAABo/R0SHVyNTdZU/s1600-h/IMG_3032.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168097613143148466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R7jFZbvxB7I/AAAAAAAAABo/R0SHVyNTdZU/s200/IMG_3032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R7jFeLvxB8I/AAAAAAAAABw/y5_qjv5Im5I/s1600-h/IMG_3035.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168097694747527106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R7jFeLvxB8I/AAAAAAAAABw/y5_qjv5Im5I/s200/IMG_3035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was a great day as Mom got to spend the whole day at home! She arrived home at about 10:30 "This is nice," she kept repeating. Mom and Dad were like two kids on a date. It seemed like almost everytime I left the room to go get something or do something, I would hear Dad say, "I love you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just the little things were so delightful: eating around the kitchen table, reading the newspaper in the living room, listening to "elevator music", snuggling up in a blanket and just having her at home. I told Mom if she didn't improve one smidgeon more, we are tickled to have her just as she is. It was so wonderful having her there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a learning day, too. Dad had it all under control - directing and handling all the transfers from here to there. We were a bit wobbly every now but as the day went on, it seemed like things got a little easier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought it would be really hard sending Mom back to the hospital but it dawned on me that this was just another step in getting her home for good!  One visit by therapist to assess any need for equipment and then Mom will hopefully come home for good!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep prayin' and we'll be celebrating when Mom comes home for good!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-8876024834976993302?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/8876024834976993302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=8876024834976993302' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/8876024834976993302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/8876024834976993302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-was-great-day.html' title='It was a Great Day!'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R7jFZbvxB7I/AAAAAAAAABo/R0SHVyNTdZU/s72-c/IMG_3032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-124730647218913726</id><published>2008-02-15T22:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T22:36:18.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just in case you didn't read Dad's comments -- here's a quick, late night update!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom is coming home for a  8 hour furlough on Sunday!  Dad's been practicing transferring Mom in and out of the wheelchair AND in and out of the car.  Since he's been so strong and reliable -- she can come home for a one day visit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom walked 55 feet on the hemiwalker cane (a new record for her). She is moving her right foot much better now (though she still needs the therapist's assistance to maintain her balance).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We're so proud of Mom and Dad!  They're both doing great.  More later...it's late at the Cathcart house and it's bedtime!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh...here's a suggestion from Dad about visiting:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"Therapy keeps LaDonna busy most of the day besides meals. After supper (5:30 or so) she is probably ready for company.She is not good for long visits, so I suggest you put a mint or life savor in your mouth before you go into her room, and when the mint or life savor has melted in your mouth it might be a good time to say good bye. (That is a trick I employed when I was in the active pastoral ministry, and it served me well.)But don't be misled ... she loves to see her friends and you are most welcome (for a short visit)."&lt;/span&gt;         Nelson Chamberlin (a concerned husband) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-124730647218913726?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/124730647218913726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=124730647218913726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/124730647218913726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/124730647218913726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/02/late-night-update.html' title='Late Night Update'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-5382821435587166148</id><published>2008-02-14T07:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T07:30:30.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R7Q0O7vxB6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7Hvz8992FM4/s1600-h/Hallelujah!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166812103661651874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R7Q0O7vxB6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7Hvz8992FM4/s200/Hallelujah!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Everyone! Just a quick update. Mom and Dad had a Care Plan Meeting on Tuesday and although nothing is in stone - and we continue to take things one day at a time - there is a possibility that Mom could go home in a couple of weeks! Of course, she will continue getting therapy after she gets home but wouldn't it be better to be in the comforts of your own home? Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you for the prayers for her spirits. It's amazing how God listens. I cannot tell you the difference in her mood. She said last night "I...think...my...pain...is...gone." She wasn't talking about physical pain - she was talking about her sadness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you so much. I hope that you will call on our family to pray for you when you are in need. Many of you are already on our prayer lists but we are happy to add more. Hopefully, all is going well for you and we'll be celebrating Mom's return to home soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Much love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Audi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-5382821435587166148?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/5382821435587166148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=5382821435587166148' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/5382821435587166148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/5382821435587166148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/02/mom-update.html' title='Hallelujah!!'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R7Q0O7vxB6I/AAAAAAAAABg/7Hvz8992FM4/s72-c/Hallelujah!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-2689310378469549698</id><published>2008-02-11T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T14:25:29.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Work to be Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R7Cf9LvxB5I/AAAAAAAAABY/kUXQeecFMps/s1600-h/Mom+Speech+Therapy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165804646067931026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R7Cf9LvxB5I/AAAAAAAAABY/kUXQeecFMps/s200/Mom+Speech+Therapy" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom's busy at work in speech therapy six days a week. She's making good progress and her speech gets a little better everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She usually has 5 therapies a day for a total of 4 hours. Being up for at least 3 hours a day for meals makes for a very busy girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She's hanging in there, though! Dad is too! He's usually present for her therapies. If not, he's out running some type of errand that Mom has sent him out to do or managing the things at home. They are certainly a good team and a good example for all of us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-2689310378469549698?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/2689310378469549698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=2689310378469549698' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2689310378469549698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2689310378469549698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/02/theres-work-to-be-done.html' title='There&apos;s Work to be Done'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R7Cf9LvxB5I/AAAAAAAAABY/kUXQeecFMps/s72-c/Mom+Speech+Therapy' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-6103125175223642318</id><published>2008-02-11T07:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T07:43:03.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, we begin Week 3 of therapy today.   We look forward to seeing progress in Mom's walking, talking, and use of her hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's a new prayer request:  please pray that Mom's spirits would be lifted.  It seems she's a bit down in the dumps.  I think being away from home - 6 days of hard therapy each week - and just the struggles of life are starting to wear on her.  She's a tough lady and can do a lot. However, she's still human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please pray that she'll be confident about her future and that God will comfort her - especially at night when everyone has gone home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-6103125175223642318?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/6103125175223642318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=6103125175223642318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/6103125175223642318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/6103125175223642318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/02/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-761063675026008848</id><published>2008-02-10T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T08:07:01.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Confession - by Audi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a confession to make.  I often go to bed with an anxious heart.  Anxious because I'm always looking ahead...  Will Mom be able to talk well enough to express what's on her heart?  Will Mom ever play the piano again?  Will Mom be independent in getting around?  Will Mom be glad that she survived this stroke and will she be able to enjoy life again?  And when Mom gets teary everytime I leave is it because she is sad or is it because she loves me so much? (She can't say.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Over and over again, God tells us not to be afraid but sometimes His advice to me doesn't seem to "take."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is there a difference between &lt;em&gt;feeling&lt;/em&gt; afraid and &lt;em&gt;being&lt;/em&gt; afraid?  Can I &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; afraid and still &lt;em&gt;be &lt;/em&gt;courageous?  Can I &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; afraid and still &lt;em&gt;be &lt;/em&gt;faithful?  Can I &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; afraid and still &lt;em&gt;be &lt;/em&gt;all wrapped up in my loving Father's arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think the answer is yes.  I think God knew that we were going to go through things and our tendancy would be to &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; afraid -- otherwise, why would he have said "Fear not" so many times?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe what God was saying was to not stop there.  Don't let your fear define you.  Don't &lt;em&gt;be &lt;/em&gt;afraid.  &lt;em&gt;Be&lt;/em&gt; dependent on me.  &lt;em&gt;Be &lt;/em&gt;comforted by me.  &lt;em&gt;Be&lt;/em&gt; near to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Early on when Mom had her stroke, my sister, Lori, and I were talking about our faith.  "Is your faith automatic or do you have to work at?" she asked.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"It's a cognitive decision," I told her.  "Especially now, It's a choice I make even though its not how I feel."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So even though, through all my positive talk, I confess:  I &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; afraid sometimes -- okay, I &lt;em&gt;feel &lt;/em&gt;afraid a lot.  But "afraid" is not who I choose to &lt;em&gt;be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-761063675026008848?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/761063675026008848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=761063675026008848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/761063675026008848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/761063675026008848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-confession-by-audi.html' title='My Confession - by Audi'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-1294601941144655624</id><published>2008-02-09T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T21:45:08.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LATEST NEWS -- From Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday Mom was able to climb 4 steps (with help lifting her right foot high enough) and then back down again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She walked 22 feet on the hemiwalker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She responded well to electrical stimulation on her arm, hand, leg &amp;amp; foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She survived the family celebration in the Consultation Room with the Dairy Queen Cake and the presents Nelson received.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-1294601941144655624?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/1294601941144655624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=1294601941144655624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/1294601941144655624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/1294601941144655624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/02/latest-news-from-dad.html' title='LATEST NEWS -- From Dad'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-6510517150522512519</id><published>2008-02-07T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T21:06:52.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's Birthday - Friday, February 8th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R6u34p828tI/AAAAAAAAABQ/e0CkIYMStWI/s1600-h/HappyBirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164423581672075986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R6u34p828tI/AAAAAAAAABQ/e0CkIYMStWI/s200/HappyBirthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;We celebrate you today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dad! Happy Birthday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;We love you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-6510517150522512519?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/6510517150522512519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=6510517150522512519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/6510517150522512519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/6510517150522512519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/02/dads-birthday-friday-february-8th.html' title='Dad&apos;s Birthday - Friday, February 8th'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R6u34p828tI/AAAAAAAAABQ/e0CkIYMStWI/s72-c/HappyBirthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-6244387193031292155</id><published>2008-02-07T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:53:46.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkeys on the Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R6u1f5828rI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZBWmOCJb9Lw/s1600-h/Monkeys2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164420957447058098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R6u1f5828rI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZBWmOCJb9Lw/s200/Monkeys2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just two weeks ago, Mom was transferred out of ICU to a "normal" hospital room . However, there was nothing "normal" about this room and nothing normal about this situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom was struggling to breathe, still on 3 liters of oxygen - sleep deprived, and just down right miserable. Each breath was a struggle and we just kept thinking if she could just have some sleep! If she could just relax and take an easy breath. She couldn't talk and we were all fighting this new "normal" that we were being forced to adjust to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom's roommate was not your "normal" little roommate. Bless her heart, she had a horrible, continuous loud cough that shook the room. And let it suffice to say, she had loud noises coming from all of her orifices! (No joke) Each time our phone rang, she yelled "Hello! Hello!" and when Dad dropped the phone, she yelled "Watch it Buddy!" When my sister walked in the room and her shoes made a light tapping sound, she looked at Lori and sarcastically said, "Clomp - clomp - clomp - clomp -clomp!" Oh yeah...as the night progressed she continually got out of her bed setting off an alarm that alerted the whole floor. Finally she fell on the floor and had to have a team pick her up. But none of that compared to the monkeys that she saw on the wall that night! Now that wasn't normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the midst of all of this, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Dad looked like he was going to blow a gasket every time she coughed (which isn't normal for him). Lori was about to make a comment back to this poor lady everytime she made a comment to her (which was normal) and I was becoming so slap happy that I was beginning to think the whole situation was hilarious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(which was certainly not normal!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There is no point to this story other than things are better today than they were two weeks ago. Today, Mom walked 40 feet without any help - other than having someone stand by to steady her. She was up MOST of the day - and although she was exhausted, she is creating a new "normal" for herself - everyday! She's accepting visitors now and her speech improves every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We are fortunate to have Mom struggling with walking and talking with a CLEAR mind instead of dealing with monkeys on the wall! We are thankful for that and at the same time, we'll say a prayer for the lady (and her family) who struggled at making sense out of the monkeys on the wall. We are certainly counting our blessings today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-6244387193031292155?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/6244387193031292155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=6244387193031292155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/6244387193031292155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/6244387193031292155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/02/monkeys-on-wall.html' title='Monkeys on the Wall'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R6u1f5828rI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZBWmOCJb9Lw/s72-c/Monkeys2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-9012650159027848520</id><published>2008-02-06T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T19:28:51.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Problem with Suffering by Nelson Chamberlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;LA DONNA’S STROKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When La Donna first suffered her stroke and was in the Intensive Care Unit of Riverview Hospital, I came home with human questions plaguing me.  I know no one is perfect, but she is just about the closest thing to perfect that God has ever created.  And I was talking to God about “Why her?  She doesn’t deserve this!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first night home I picked up Nicky Gumbel’s book, “Searching Issues” and delved into the first chapter “Why Does God Allow Suffering?”  I read all about suffering as a result of our own sin – suffering as a result  of others’ sin – suffering as a result of a fallen world.  But that wasn’t what I needed then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I read his words on God is involved in our suffering.  He wrote about a playlet, “The Long Silence” and that spoke eloquently to me.  The playlet makes this point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            At the end of time, billions of people were scattered on a great plain before God’s throne.&lt;br /&gt;            Most shrank back from the brilliant light before them.  But some groups near the front talked heatedly – not with cringing shame, but with belligerence.&lt;br /&gt;            “Can God judge us?  How can he know about suffering?” snapped a young brunette.  She ripped open a sleeve to reveal a tattooed number from a Nazi concentration camp.  “We endured terror … beatings …torture … death!”&lt;br /&gt;            In another group a young man lowered his collar.  “What about this?” he demanded, showing an ugly rope burn.  “Lynched … for no crime but being black!”&lt;br /&gt;            In another crowd, a pregnant schoolgirl with sullen eyes.  “Why should I suffer?” she murmured.  “It wasn’t my fault.”&lt;br /&gt;            Far out across the plain there were hundreds of such groups.  Each had a complaint against God for the evil and suffering he permitted in his world.  How lucky God was to live in heaven where all was sweetness and light, where there was no weeping or fear, no hunger or hatred.  What did God know of all that man had been forced to endure in this world?  For God leads a pretty sheltered life, they said.&lt;br /&gt;            So each of these groups sent for their leader, chosen because he had suffered the most.  A Jew, a young black man, a person from Hiroshima, a horribly deformed arthritic, a thalidomide child.  In the centre of the plain they consulted with each other.  At last they were ready to present their case.  It was rather clever.&lt;br /&gt;            Before God could be qualified to be their judge, he must endure what they had endured.  Their decision was that God should be sentenced to live on earth --- as a man!&lt;br /&gt;            “Let him be born a Jew.  Let the legitimacy of his birth be doubted.  Give him a work so difficult that even his family will think him out of his mind when he tries to do it.  Let him be betrayed by his closest friends.  Let him face false charges, be tried by a prejudiced jury and convicted by a cowardly judge.  Let him be tortured.&lt;br /&gt;            “At the last, let him see what it means to be terribly alone.  Then let him die.  Let him die so that there can be no doubt that he died.  Let there be a great host of witnesses to verify it.”&lt;br /&gt;            As each leader announced his portion of the sentence, loud murmurs of approval went up from the throng of people assembled.&lt;br /&gt;            And when the last had finished pronouncing sentence, there was a long silence.  No one uttered another word.  No one moved.  For suddenly all knew that God had already served his sentence.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            We are not alone in our pain.  When we suffer, He suffers with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-9012650159027848520?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/9012650159027848520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=9012650159027848520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/9012650159027848520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/9012650159027848520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/02/problem-with-suffering-by-nelson.html' title='The Problem with Suffering by Nelson Chamberlin'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-675402067520163977</id><published>2008-02-06T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T16:58:58.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful by  Dad (Nelson Chamberlin)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R6otW5828qI/AAAAAAAAAA4/oPdWm09g9i0/s1600-h/MomforBlog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163989794270147234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R6otW5828qI/AAAAAAAAAA4/oPdWm09g9i0/s320/MomforBlog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;La Donna is constantly concerned about her appearance ... her hair, her lips, her pajamas. No matter how much we assure her that she is still the pretty lady she always has been, she flips her left hand with that "don't give me that baloney" sign like she doesn't really buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she is beautiful ... and what she has been doing is beautiful. Yesterday (Tuesday) she walked 36 feet on the hemiwalker (the four-footed cane) with the assistance of her therapist who helped her maintain her balance. The therapists are so delighted that she constantly shows signs of fierce determination to get well, and they indicate that that determination is serving her well in her recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, after a hard full morning of therapy and consultation regarding Strokes and Aphasia (the problem affecting her communication) she insisted on sending Nelson home right after lunch so she could sleep away the afternoon. The speech therapist informed us that the brain heals even in sleep because it is active even then. BEAUTIFUL DREAMER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;One more thing:  Wednesday morning our Lawyer/Neighbor Larry Gaston walked across the street to inquire how La Donna is doing, then said to Nelson -- "I sure hope she gets home in a hurry so she can give you all the hell you deserve!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take it ... with all the gratitude and thanks I can muster.  Love, Poppo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-675402067520163977?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/675402067520163977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=675402067520163977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/675402067520163977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/675402067520163977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/02/beautiful-by-dad-nelson-chamberlin.html' title='Beautiful by  Dad (Nelson Chamberlin)'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R6otW5828qI/AAAAAAAAAA4/oPdWm09g9i0/s72-c/MomforBlog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-7519438066703467527</id><published>2008-02-04T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T18:32:54.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Footnote for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R6ecw5828nI/AAAAAAAAAAg/-qgbTKk6c_8/s1600-h/Mom%27s+foot.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163267861807297138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R6ecw5828nI/AAAAAAAAAAg/-qgbTKk6c_8/s320/Mom%27s+foot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This little size 7 foot amazed some therapists and bystanders (me -Audi - for one) today in Physical Therapy today!  I wish you could have been there to share in the joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just two days ago we were saying, "There's just not a lot of movement in that leg..."  The therapists were having to push it along as Mom tried to walk and it just wasn't "doing its part."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not the case today!  This little foot of Mom's decided to get its act together today and show its stuff!  Today, Mom walked with a hemi-walker and the right leg came along for the ride &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; the therapist pushing it along!  Hurray for each step of progress (pun intended, sorry)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, when sitting in the wheelchair, Mom lifted this little foot more than twenty times &lt;em&gt;up off of the floor at least 4 or 5 inches!&lt;/em&gt;  "Amazing!  That's great!  Awesome!"  Everyone was so excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom continually asks, "What about my hand?"  She wants that hand to wake up - get with the program - and start doing it's job, too!  So prayers along that line would certainly be appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In speech therapy, she continues to demonstrate progress with word finding, discriminating correct responses from incorrect, and sentences.  Her voice could use a little "pumping up".  That will probably come in time.  All those cards that you have been sending are part of her therapy homework: read them aloud for additional speech practice!   Thanks for providing her with some &lt;em&gt;meaningful&lt;/em&gt; homework!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, Mom was upgraded to a regular diet so no more chopped food!  Yea!  Chopped salmon and chopped meatloaf just doesn't look so appetizing!  On to more appetizing culinary delights now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, today has no doubt been a great day!  Thanks for your prayers, cards, calls, letters and well wishes.  I know Mom is looking forward to telling you THANKS in person, but until you see her, the blog will have to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep on prayin' and we'll keep giving thanks for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-7519438066703467527?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/7519438066703467527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=7519438066703467527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/7519438066703467527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/7519438066703467527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/02/footnote-for-day.html' title='Footnote for the Day'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R6ecw5828nI/AAAAAAAAAAg/-qgbTKk6c_8/s72-c/Mom%27s+foot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-2365638130690928161</id><published>2008-02-02T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T18:52:32.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking ahead...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"My grace is sufficient for you..." That's something I had to remind myself over and over again in the first week of Mom's stroke. I vacillated from "my worry" to "God's grace" over and over again. "You take it, God" I'd pray. He would... then I'd take it back! "No God, you handle this..." He would and then in my humaness I'd take it back again. Each time I'd ask, though, he'd give me all the grace I needed for the moment. Not grace for tomorrow, not for next week, but just for the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It just dawned on me today that this week has had a new focus. Instead of living from one breath to the next, from hour to hour, and from test to test, our focus has taken a turn: We're looking ahead! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now the focus has shifted to God's promise of a hope and a future (Jeremiah 29:11). God has plans for all of us...plans to prosper and not to harm...plans to give us a hope and a future. Most people stop there. But in Jeremiah, the LORD continues on to declare even better things. "Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. &lt;u&gt;I will be found by you&lt;/u&gt;," declares the LORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm struck by a couple of thoughts when I ponder this promise. First of all, God &lt;em&gt;declared&lt;/em&gt; this promise - he announced, made clear, officially stated, emphatically said - this promise! There are no doubts, conditions, ifs, ands, or buts! It's official.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Secondly, God's idea of something great is always better than our idea of something great. God does promise that he has plans for us and a future...and we like that. (Now that's sounding like something that we've been praying for, huh?) But God's idea of something really good is that we will call upon Him...come to Him..and pray to Him. We will seek Him but better yet, we will find Him! What could be better than finding God? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So even though we're now "looking ahead" instead of surviving moment to moment, we're not forgetting that God's idea of great plans are better than any plans we can conceive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We rejoice at Mom's accomplishments this week: walking with assistance, transferring from bed to wheelchair with just a bit of help, speaking in sentences and learning to compensate for a weakened right side. We rejoice that Mom is "looking ahead" and can ask, "When will I go home?" We rejoice that Mom can tell us what she wants for dinner and which jammies she wants to wear. But most of all, we are "looking ahead" to all the good things that God has planned for us that we haven't even thought of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It just confirms to us that life cannot grind to a halt during troubled times. We must adjust and keep moving. We are reminded that God knows the future, provides the agenda, and goes with us as we fulfill his mission. This doesn't mean that we will be spared from pain or suffering, but it does mean that God will see us through to a glorious conclusion. Because of that promise, we keep looking ahead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-2365638130690928161?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/2365638130690928161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=2365638130690928161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2365638130690928161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2365638130690928161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/02/looking-ahead.html' title='Looking ahead...'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-5910284282809020734</id><published>2008-01-30T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:09:34.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Encouragement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R6FIUp828mI/AAAAAAAAAAY/R7Bb7qWgigE/s1600-h/MomCards_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161486167638995554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R6FIUp828mI/AAAAAAAAAAY/R7Bb7qWgigE/s320/MomCards_0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R6FH0J828lI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/lRGr6Wbn6mc/s1600-h/MomCards_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A person's anxiety will weigh him down, but an encouraging word makes him joyful. (Proverbs 12:25)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are certain benefits (beyond the obvious – salvation) of being part of Christ’s Church. Our family has certainly experienced many of them in the last few weeks. Caring brothers and sisters have provided us with food, visits, phone calls, cards, babysitting, and prayers…and an encouraging word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Encouragement is food for the soul and we have certainly been fed in the last few weeks. Your emails, cards, letters, phone calls, prayers, food, visits, and concern have encouraged us when the Adversary would have liked to kick us when we were already down. Your encouragement has been a buffer against the fear, anxiety, and grief that we’ve struggled with during our time of trial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your words of encouragement comfort us. Your words build and strengthen our resolve to keep on. They motivate us to do our best. They help heal our broken hearts. They give hope when for a moment we feel hopeless. And they remind us to rest in the promises given to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Proverbs 17:17 says “a friend loves at all times, but a brother is born for adversity…” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are not just friends, but you are our brothers and sisters sharing in trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so thankful for you – our friends and our brothers and sisters – who faithfully stand watch over us in thought, prayer, and with words of encouragement. And I wonder if you’ll ever know how much it has meant to us… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thank my God everytime I remember you…&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 1:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And now for the update on Mom’s progress from Dad: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today Mom walked 16', then 14' with a four footed cane. The therapist moved her right foot along the way, but Mom moved her left foot and had to stand on both feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today when the therapist moved her right leg out wide, she was able to pull it back in to the center. She did that 20 times.&lt;br /&gt;I set up the laptop computer for her and she was able to type messages in a Word Document. Now she can communicate not only by her weak voice, but also by the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Her therapists are amazed at the resilience and determination she exhibits in doing her exercises with them. To God all the glory!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-5910284282809020734?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/5910284282809020734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=5910284282809020734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/5910284282809020734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/5910284282809020734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/01/encouragement.html' title='Encouragement'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/R6FIUp828mI/AAAAAAAAAAY/R7Bb7qWgigE/s72-c/MomCards_0099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-2914905555784821968</id><published>2008-01-29T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T21:31:40.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Good News...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;All we have today is good news to report to you! Mom is making progress. Something new happens everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her speech improves by the hour, it seems. Yesterday, she told me the food was "mediocre." A four syllable, not just a run-of-the-mill word, huh? Way to go Mom! She is also speaking more frequently in sentences. Still has some word-finding problems but overall, this Speech Language Pathologist daughter-of-hers is quite pleased with the swift, steady progress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;She walked two (count them: 1 -2) lengths of the parallel bars today. She moved some cones with her right (yes affected) hand and from what I hear, scooted her foot along, too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's the greatest news. My brother says "she's bored!" She emphatically indicated she wants visitors! I talked to her on the phone tonight. Regarding visitors she said, "Maybe not during the day, but at night (evening) -- yes!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, at the risk of being over-protective can I give a few instructions if you visit? To make communication easier for Mom and to set her up with success, try these strategies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ask yes/no questions (e.g. Is the food good? Is therapy hard?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ask multiple choice questions (Does Nelson stay &lt;em&gt;all day&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;just part of the day?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Avoid open ended questions (Don't say, "What have you been doing?")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Use a normal volume (she's NOT hard of hearing!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;If Mom tries to tell you something and can't make herself understood, be honest "I didn't get all of that" but encourage her to "hold that thought" and perhaps "try later." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you understand part of what she said, repeat the part you understood. She might be able to say the rest of it -- maybe not. But at least, she'll know you got part of the message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom's understanding of speech seems pretty good now. She knows what she wants to say, she knows how to say it, but when it comes time to "execute" is sometimes doesn't work. I'll compare it to my husband's golf swing (sorry, Art)...he knows where he wants to hit the ball, how he's supposed to do it, but sometimes it takes a curve he doesn't want! As in golf, it's easier to successfully accomplish small steps than it is large steps. It's easier to work on your grip, then your back swing, then your follow through than it is to practice it all at once. Same with Mom's speech. It's easier to answer yes/no and multiple choice questions than it is to answer a question that requires a paragraph! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, enough of that. Many of you keep asking about Dad. Dad is great! What a man of strength he is! He spends all day with Mom, marveling at &lt;em&gt;her strength and resolve. &lt;/em&gt;He's lost a few pounds and reports, "I think I could get used to this reduced diet!" He's done laundry, kept the house in order, and has done a darn-good job of keeping things going. He's handled everything quite impressively. We are so proud of him and respect him so much. He's a man to model yourself after. He is the true example of "giving things to God." It's not just talk...he really does it. Much better than me...I have to work on it much harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, God is good and it's bedtime at our house! More later, but as usual, thanks for your love, concern and prayers! We love you and appreciate you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-2914905555784821968?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/2914905555784821968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=2914905555784821968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2914905555784821968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2914905555784821968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-good-news.html' title='More Good News...'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-2471014489807542042</id><published>2008-01-27T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T16:59:55.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Glimmers of Hope...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyday brings a glimmer of new hope and today was no different. Today, Mom was sitting up when Lori and I arrived and she no longer was on oxygen! What a relief that was to see her breathing well without any help! Out of those hospital gowns and into her own jammies, she looked great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow starts her first real big day of therapy. She'll be a busy gal. Up in the morning for breakfast...Occupational and Physical Therapy in the morning...a quick rest...lunch...probably a quick rest and both therapies again with Speech Therapy sometime in between as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Many have asked if visiting would be appropriate now. Even though Mom and Dad love all of you, we're asking that you not visit yet. As you can see from her above schedule, there's not a lot of time for visiting. Any free time that she has away from therapy needs to be used for resting. On top of that, communication is still really tough for Mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cards/letters are certainly a great way to express your love and well wishes. They are also more "permanent" as they can be read over and over again. They also help to decorate her room.  It must be motivating to her to see how many people love and care for her so thanks for being a part of her recovery!  (See the sidebar to the right for the address.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once again...thanks for the prayers!  Lots of love to you all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-2471014489807542042?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/2471014489807542042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=2471014489807542042' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2471014489807542042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2471014489807542042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-glimmers-of-hope.html' title='More Glimmers of Hope...'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-2914361048638041172</id><published>2008-01-26T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T11:58:47.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I Have What it Takes to Carry On? - January 26, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I look at Mom and contemplate the long road that she has ahead of her, I picture her in a Marathon at about the 25.5 mile mark. "Do I have what it takes to continue on?" That's a question I think we've all asked during our journey these last few weeks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I look at Mom I see that she's still running the race that was set before her. This time, though, she has no baggage. The suitcase has been left behind. She has no house to clean, no meals to fix. No appointments to attend. She just has the basics. A toothbrush, some jammies, a bed to sleep in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Do we have what it takes to continue on?" Certainly, because we have faith. Faith is not just "part" of the Christian life, it IS the Christian life. It's by faith that we draw near to God in times of trouble. It's by faith that we stand our ground in a great test of suffering. It's by faith that we persevere so that when we are done we will receive what has been promised us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So Mom took her first steps in Physical Therapy today. In faith, she perseveres and she "has what it takes to continue on." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hold fast to your faith and you'll have what it takes to carry on...it's a promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;...because it is by faith you stand firm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;2 Corinthians 1:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-2914361048638041172?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/2914361048638041172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=2914361048638041172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2914361048638041172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/2914361048638041172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/01/as-i-look-at-mom-and-contemplate-long.html' title='Do I Have What it Takes to Carry On? - January 26, 2008'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-3059380544400937894</id><published>2008-01-25T22:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T22:37:26.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We were talking about the little victories that we have experienced so far.  Mom often just listens and nods.  But today, she chimed in and very laboriously said, "Victory...is...when...I...go...home."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-3059380544400937894?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/3059380544400937894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=3059380544400937894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/3059380544400937894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/3059380544400937894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/01/moms-quote-of-day.html' title='Mom&apos;s Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140512617331131991.post-7004057681447270614</id><published>2008-01-25T14:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T15:20:42.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6 - Out of the Woods and Into Rehab</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Welcome to the Chamberlin blog. So many of you have been so faithful about praying, calling and wanting to know what is going on with Mom. For some reason, it seems that &lt;em&gt;daily&lt;/em&gt; my distribution list named "Mom Update" gets deleted from Outlook (probably because of something I do) and I have to create a new one! Fearful that I'll leave someone off that I promised to include, I decided it's time for a Chamberlin Blog...so this one's for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I (Audi) have said before, we have been so humbled by the number of people who have called, written, or come to our rescue in the midst of Mom's illness. Cards, letters, emails, visits, babysitters, food, prayers, tears...all on behalf of my sweet mother who for so many, many years has been on the giving end of things. Now it is her time to receive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We are so blessed to have the love of family and friends - near and far - to support us during this time. If I ever neglect to say thank you, please forgive me. I do not take your prayers and well wishes for granted. How many times have we said "How do people go through these things without a faith, good family, and friends? I'm glad I'll never have to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, for those of you who are just catching up with you, I'll give you the short version. (Feel free to check out now if you've been on board since the middle of December). Back on December 16, Mom had open heart surgery. Five (yes, 1-2-3-4-5) bypasses were done. She came through with flying colors and the staff was amazed by "her numbers" that day. Then later that afternoon, her bleeding became an issue and after a total of 10 units of blood, plasma, and platelets...she was finally "out of the woods."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom came home and was well on her way to recovery. She started rehab and did the bike and the treadmill. Her comment about that was "it wasn't that hard." I guess all that weight lifting at the Y and those hours on the elliptical trainer paid off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, Dad came down with a nasty stomach virus. We spent the day at the ER with him getting him rehydrated. We kept them separated so Mom wouldn't get it but I guess they had done their "smooching" after Dad got the bug and before he exhibited any symptoms because 2 days later, Mom was at the ER with the same bug. She stayed in the hospital for 4 days because upon examination they found that she had a plueral effusion (water around the lung) -- not uncommon in patients after open heart surgery -- but it was something they wanted to watch and not let get out of hand. She came through that okay and was "out of the woods" once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday, January 18th was a good day. Mom told me, "I feel normal again...almost like before the surgery." The next day, she gave Dad a "concert" on the piano. Then, while working on the computer in the bedroom, Dad heard a "thud." Mom had gone down and it was back to the hospital, this time because she had a stroke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;She was in ICU and it's certainly been an up and down roller coaster ride. It took awhile to get her Atrial Fibrillation (irregular heartbeat) back into a normal rhythm. This was probably what caused her to "throw a clot" and have a stroke. She was finally "chemically converted" (yeah, I didn't know that term before this so I'm not really that smart) and back into a sinus (normal) rhythm. "Out of the woods" once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just today, Mom was transferred to acute rehab. She has aphasia (or dysphasia to be exact) which just means she has difficulty processing language. She knows what she wants to say and is still as smart and as sharp as she always was. It's like the printer for your computer is just not working right. She is making rapid progress with her speech! However, she is still extremely frustrated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;She also has right hemi-paresis...can't use her right arm/leg. Today, though, we saw those little right toes wiggle! She recognizes her hand/foot as being her own (which is good - some patients have neglect and don't even pay attention to the affected side), and it is so sweet how she takes such good care of that "piano hand" that has served God's church for all of these years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, she's still on oxygen...I'm guessing because she still has that Pleural Effusion (don't know I'm not a doctor). She's breathing much easier now, so in that regard I'm thinking she's "out of the woods" once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We are praying that if God sees fit, He will heal her with a zeal that will make everyone take notice of His mighty power. God certainly has been working through her all of these years so we're hoping he'll use this opportunity to do it again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Enough for the details...in future postings, we'll try to relate to you some of the awesome things that have gone on behind the scenes, beyond the facts, and in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/140512617331131991-7004057681447270614?l=lamentations3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/feeds/7004057681447270614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=140512617331131991&amp;postID=7004057681447270614' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/7004057681447270614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/140512617331131991/posts/default/7004057681447270614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamentations3.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-6-out-of-woods-and-into-rehab.html' title='Day 6 - Out of the Woods and Into Rehab'/><author><name>Audi Cathcart and Lori Fisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16656094258966235508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_If1p2kUbjbE/TI082YKt0OI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XMfcUGlJRVg/S220/LoriAudi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
