My Jenny

Yes, she is my Jenny. I am proud to call her my friend. Most of my faithful readers know her too. You can claim her as well. I have so much going through my mind right now. The last week has been so very crazy. I haven't documented this one bit, but I wanted to give you a small summary of the past week.

On January 30th, my husband surprised me with a dinner with close friends for my birthday. When everyone started to show up, he told me that Jenny and David could not come because she didn't feel good. Awe man. We texted and she wrote me some wonderful things...you know like I was the best friend in the universe, she hated to miss it, she loved me, she was going to give me a million dollars, stuff like that. I told her I hoped she got to feeling better.

On Monday, she wrote on her Facebook that she has the flu! Stink.

On my actual birthday, which was last Wednesday, I received a text at 5:30 am, not just one text, but 3. I picked up my phone and it was Jenny wishing me a happy birthday telling me she couldn't wait to celebrate. I wrote her back and asked her WHAT IN THE WORLD are you doing awake at this time of day. She informed me that she had 104 fever and couldn't sleep. I started offering everything in the world. I could bring her soup, cook her something, need medicine.... all through the day. I was in Grapevine at one point and offered La Madeline! I mean come on, this shows how sick she was, she turned it down! At 11:00 she sent out a massive text, requesting prayers. Her fever had gotten up to 105. She was sick of being sick. She wanted to feel better. She asked all of us to pray. DONE. At 2:00 she sent out a text of praise, the fever had broken. I wrote her back and told her I was so glad she felt better.

Thursday morning, I received a phone call from my husband letting me know that David had taken her to the hospital. I said okay, keep me updated since I was at preschool. My wonderful co-teacher even at that very minute told me to go up there. No worries. I told her I would go after school. By the end of school, I had heard the words ICU. I did my car pool, and asked the girl I do it with if she would watch the kids for me so I could go see my friend who was in the hospital. She is so sweet. She said absolutely. Stacey told me exactly where to go in the hospital. He had already been there. I walked in, and never even put my purse down. I walked straight in and walked to my friend. Those next moments are in my heart for ever.
As I looked at her, stroking her head, wiping it with a cold rag, I knew it was bad. Very bad. I talked to Jenny about General Hospital, our thing. We have always watched it, but confession, I haven't watched it since before Christmas faithfully, and haven't even seen it in a month, but that is what we always did. So that is what I talked to her about. I talked to her about Stacey buying me running shoes so that I could start running to catch up with him. I told her that she had to get out of that bed so we could fun in all these 5 k's together with our husbands. She needed to train me because she does bootcamp 3-4 times a day.

In the room they were discussing what they knew at that time, which were her lungs were full of fluid, all but 1/3 of one. There was other fluid outside the lungs that they were going to drain. We talked. She told me what she wanted from her house. I even looked at her once and said, "girl! You do NOT need your beauticontrol face cleanser!" But of course I brought it to her. Jenny and David asked me to go get Malaya, and if she could spend the night. ABSOLUTELY! But I wasn't going anywhere right then.

to be continued....

kind of sounds pioneerish, huh? Just not as funny. Nothing this week has been funny, well, almost nothing.