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Buella was evicted

 Well, I couldn’t convince Gavin to go to the Amalfi Coast, so Buella has been evicted. I am very sore and struggling to take the pain medication because it causes me to dry heave. You don’t realize how much you use your chest and chest wall until it has had some trauma. 

However, we have been in great hands. The medical professionals have been amazing and very accommodating. They are all so compassionate and kind. 


Gavin has been caring for me so well. He loves and serves me in the normal day to day, and I fall in love with him deeper everyday. As a trained Air Force medic he knows what to do to help alleviate pain with positioning, helping me walk to and from the restroom, to rubbing my hands and feet. He truly is amazing and I am so in love with him. I know he’s exhausted from sleeping on the chair with interruptions every time he drifts off from the nursing staff coming in for vital checks, or to help me getting readjusted in bed. I couldn’t have a better partner in this life. I’m so grateful for him. 




















We will know more about Buella in the coming weeks, and from there, we can build a care plan. Tonight, I am praising God for a successful surgery, and for my best friend to be beside me and Jesus’s love covering us from all the amazing prayers and check-in from our friends and family. Praying we can go home tomorrow and I can feel a little more grounded there. We have had so many reach out and feel truly loved. We cannot thank you enough. 

I will share more about the recovery later, but this is about all the energy I have to write today. Thank you for your love and prayers. 

Comments

  1. AnonymousJuly 2, 2025 at 8:19 PM

    Love you BOTH! Wish I could be with you! Sending my prayers & love!
    Amysue

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  2. Katie McIntyreJuly 4, 2025 at 10:13 AM

    You've been in our supper prayers daily. Wish I could be there to hold your hand and tell you everything's going to be okay! God's got this!

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