Gina5009, sorry to hear about your rough start in life. Way to go Grandma!!! She's a hero. Now we have something else in common. When I was growing up, I always had these crazy high fevers with even mild illnesses. So did my son. When I was 3 (1962), I had a kidney infection and my fever was 105/106 for a week. (My funny brother always joked that that explains a lot.) I was in the hospital for a week. They couldn't break the fever. I was constantly being packed in ice and receiving penicillin shots. My mother told me I was hallucinating spiders and lions in my hospital room and she ran to wherever I pointed and fake smashed them to bring me peace. Finally, the doctor said they were giving me an experimental medicine (widely accepted today) that would either cure me or kill me. I'm still here! Events in the hospital and seeing my mother cry when the doctor was talking to her are my earliest memories. I remember my brothers smashing their faces against the hospital window trying to make me laugh. Finally, I remember coming home and running to the cookie jar (a sweet tooth trumps all) and the Christmas cookies were all gone. That was the most devastating of all. 🙂 I'm sure Mom made me more.

I'm glad God keeps throwing us back in the game. He must still have plans for us here since we've been allowed to stay.