April 22, 2013

Hello family. I have so much to say. But I think I shall start off with, Have I told you that I love my mission lately?? Because I do. 

In personal study this week something in the Book of Mormon stood out to me about Teancum. He´s one of my heroes, but I noticed that he made a rash decision and let his emotions get the best of him.  This eventually led to his death. One day this week it was raining super strong. I´ll admit that I did let my emotions get the best of me. I was cold, wet, tired, and nobody was letting us in. (There truly is opposition in all things.)I´m learning to trust that when we´re doing the things we´re supposed to, the Lord will put miracles in our path.

My favorite experience this week happened yesterday. You´re going to get the spark notes version, and for that I am sorry. We were at a recent convert’s house as opposed to where we usually meet him at the chapel.  He doesn´t have too much support from his very Catholic-Evangelico family. But we just were led to his house. He told us we could come in, his mom and aunt were home but were busy cooking, so no worries. We were teaching him about temples and baptisms for the dead. His mother came in and sat in the room. I was so nervous. It was the first time she´d heard missionaries speak and here we were talking about baptizing the dead. When we finished we asked what questions they both had. The member didn´t have any. When it was the mothers turn, she told us that her father and husband passed away without being baptized and didn´t know that we could baptize for the dead. She said that if it were possible, she´d do all she could to be baptized for them. The spirit was so strong. All of us in the room were crying. It was incredible. I realized, once again, this is why I´m here. To help families know that they can live together forever! When my companion and I got back to the apartment, we talked and were so enthused. We offered up a prayer of gratitude for our many blessings. It was incredible, and I love the work. I love this place and these people.

There was this amazing moment;
I´m not sure if you´ve ever been yelled at by a Catholic-Evangelico-Christian woman before in Spanish, but let me tell you. What a rush. I couldn´t understand so much. But I could understand that she loved her son, so much. Her son, J, is a recent convert. He is 21 years old and yesterday decided that he wants to serve a mission. He also got ordained to the Melchezick Priestood yesterday. So cool! It clearly pained his mother to see her son choose such a path in life. She recounted his many remarkable stories of faith. There was this moment when R (mother) was crying, my companion was bawling, and J was crying. And there I sat. Lost, dazed and confused but trying. (Always trying) I felt the familiar burning in my chest, the spirit, telling me to reach out, grab her hands, and hug her or something. So I just got up, walked over to her and hugged her. I then knelt and held her hands and told her that it was touching to see so much passion and love for her son. Then J stood up walked over to his mommy and held her. I went back to my seat and marveled at this scene in front of me. She said no matter what he chooses in life she would always love him. I really could feel for her poor broken heart. He brushed back her hair, rubbed her arm softly and kept saying, I know you love me mommy. It was a very tender moment and I got to witness it. Now, it could be that I haven´t been able to hold my own mother in a long time, but my comp and I just cried. It was amazing and beautiful to see J, whom has only been a member for a month, answer his mother’s questions, share scriptures, and speak with power. He will be such an amazing missionary. The spirit was SO strong! Amazing! This night was a miracle. As I reflect on the many things that lined up just right so that we could be where we were, with who we were, when we were. R told us that usually she goes to a friend’s house on Sunday evenings but felt an impression to go home early. She told us that we could come back and she’ll continue to speak boldly and frankly and I told her we have thick skin. We knelt and closed with prayer. J grabbed my hands, shook them and with the most sincerity, thanked me. I know that we were an answer to his many prayers and righteous actions. Also I know that this was one of these moments when sister missionaries can get into houses elders never could.

Well, you know that moment in every young missionaries life when they realize why the heck they´re where they are? This moment is hard to express with words. One can hardly know where to begin. But, that just happened in my life!  It caused me to rush to the end of the street so I could shout and jump for joy? What is all this addicting adrenaline? I actually took off my backpack and ran up and down hills in excitement? Why? This is why. This is why I´m here. I want to always remember this moment! This feeling! It is SOO AMAAZING! Families can be together forever. While back in the apartment, my comp and I talked about what we had just experienced. With tears in our eyes, we knelt and offered a prayer of gratitude. We´re still both in shock over this experience.  I am truly grateful for this tender mercy. I’m grateful for this opportunity to be an instrument in The Hands of the Lord. It´s true that with a little time, everything is better. Being a missionary is incredible and the most amazing experience. It´s difficult being molded into what He wants me to be, but I know that it´s worth it. 

I´m wearing a name tag over my heart that bears the name of our Savior. I´m here for Him. My life will always be for Him. It also bears my family’s name. I do this for you. For my FOREVER family! (All I wanted to do, by the way, was to call my mom and tell her about my awesome night. You always listen to me mom. Good and the bad.) I love and miss you family.

Please know that this work is amazing. Prayers are answered. I love you more and more and more each minute. Please have a good day and week!

Love,

Hermana Workman

By the way, hi mom. I love you more than cracked corn! Hug each of my grand folks. I love and miss them. (Love the picture of grandma’s birthday dinner in the sombrero! Welcome to my world!)

April 15, 2013 

“Here you go... a little slice of my heaven. Megan’s refinement process; President Uchdorf tells us to love the middle. (I don’t love the middle) my favorite part is looking back and saying, hey I´m learning. I’m growing. I’m becoming The Megan my Heavenly Father wants me to be. “

Love my family of investigators!  H, his wife, V and their two lil boys N and I. They´re so great. They love the church and the many message about families. They love to sing Families can be Together Forever. They´re cute! 

Journal Entry: “So eventually we ran out of things to do. I had read previously that day in the white handbook that Sundays and festivals are the best days for proselyting, so we decided to take the Lord up on that promise, it being a Sunday and the last day of the festival. Our original goal was 1 young man and 2 families, close to our mission goal. And with proselyting / contacting, I’ve found that you usually have 100 no’s and 1 yes. (Thank you Lighthouse for the practice on rejection and talking to complete strangers.) We had some good success, I hope. We hit our goal and then some. We worked hard. I hope they´ll let us invite them to receive the restored gospel.”

Okay so you´ve been having nice rain lately huh? I’m assuming you don’t even know what real rain is. (Photos to follow) It´s been SO pretty. Like sunny in the morning, rain in the afternoon. And when I say rain in the afternoon I mean a monsoon. It´s nuts. I have to take off my socks, put them in a plastic bag with my scrips and just run usually to a tree to stand under.  Yeah, so how was my week this week. It was good. Spanish really only has one adjective, and it happens to be bueno. So...I don´t remember real adjectives. 

I was feeling a little low the other morning and I know Satan was working extra hard. He made me believe that I couldn’t take this any longer… that I was living the definition of insanity, doing the same thing and expecting different results each time. Every morning I exercise. Study. Walk. Return. Wash, rinse, repeat. Maybe you could call it slightly stir crazy. I finished my personal study and walked into the bedroom and knelt in prayer. I didn´t say anything for a while, trying to listen. I told my Heavenly Father the things that He already knew: about me missing my family, wanting to be His instrument, my physical pains, things from my heart. I cried for a while. I really do miss the comforts of my old life. I really do miss my family. ...But I know that our Heavenly Father knows what we need before we ask, He just waits patiently with open arms, allowing us to use the agency we fought so hard for. I asked for a miracle. Finished up my sobs, wiped away the salty water leaking from my eyes and headed to start comp study. I decided to follow the courage of Esther, to do the difficult things. And out we went. We decided just to walk and knock on every fence we could… We walked up hill and downhill. We walked on pavement and pebbles. Then we walked some more. I saw beautiful mansions and humble homes of wood slabs strapped together by safety pins. We knocked on about 50 fences or more and contacted people at the festival. I think sometimes the miracle we expect or look for is some grand bang. A firework type of miracle. But the miracle can be that we walked and talked with power and authority, God with us every step of the way. I don´t know if I changed lives today, but I know I opened my mouth and cried repentance, what I´ve been set apart to do. The miracle is that I get to know my Heavenly Father better and that He can cure me from my pains, when I trust Him. The miracle is His love for me, Megan, personally. He knows all of us so well. He loves us, and I know this. 
"And who knoweth whether thou art come to the kingdom for such a time as this." Esther 4:14 

Want to hear about a miracle? While walking down the street, someone in their car called out HI SISTERS! Where are you from, I answered: “Utah!” And that was it. But later, while walking through the festival, a young man walked over and without saying a word, handed me money. Porque? I asked. He only touched my plaque. I then asked in English, where are you from? “Utah. Highland.” I asked if we could come over and meet his family. They told us that we never have enough money and gave us their spare change. They wished us well and were off. It was a small dollar amount, but huge in kindness.  I´m so grateful! Angels are all around me mommy. Your prayers are answered, and don´t worry. 

My hospital trip...

THINKING IN NUMBERS, FUN FACTS AND SONG:

• Investigators here are astronomical. Everyone here loves God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit. They all say yes to a conversation about religion. The tricky part is getting them to “DO”. If I was to put a number on the people I’ve seen… one million and then some… Specifically in San Jose on a Friday night.  200 people I’ve said “Hi” to daily.  And if I forget, they say “hi” to me. Helped baptize? 100… everyone I invite to church, give a pamphlet to; share a piece of my testimony. “But as to my own strength, I am nothing…” It’s all The Lord
• 500 25,000 600 miles I’ve walked. (Sing it with me)
• Never seen an apple here. However, mangos and cantaloupe are the crowd’s favorite. Young and old alike. Seriously, have you ever seen a baby gnawing on a juicy mango with the skin still on it?
• Shells at Playa Concha (seashell beach) It’s so beautiful here. It’s like God gathered up all of the seashells in the world and dumped them here. There is no sand… just shells. Billions, Trillions… a gazillion!!
• “Tico” the language in Costa Rica. For example; libro = book. However, in Costa Rica, you say librito!
• Here, in CR, people GIVE! In our culture, we’re always worried about what we have, or don’t have. I’ve been on the receiving end of so much generosity. My heart is full of gratitude. They are so willing because they want to give! It’s amazing to me! (Everyone give something today!!)
• No rules here for navigation. Even Siri would be lost! Just go visual! That’s the trick to getting around. If you live a block from the pulperia (store). That is your address.  If your house is pink… like my old one… use that too.
• Here, we just tap fences. No door knocking. We use rocks and tap the fences and yell: ”Lupey” Which means knock knock. Or “Buenas” (if someone is home their door will be open) If they stroll out, which they usually do, we share a message about God.  When they are enthusiastic about it…we get invited beyond the fence.
• Soccer match between USA and Costa Rica was in Colorado. Crazy for soccer here. It’s on all the televisions. I miss the snow.
• WE WORK. We don’t stop. We’re on the Lord’s time. I’m on your dime. Never stop working.

Favorite quote of the week comes from Hermana Q. “Want to know why I want to learn English so desperately? Not because everyone in the world speaks it or because if I know English I’ll get paid more money. But, because I want to hear the prophet speak.”  We are all so blessed! Not just because we’ve been born to goodly parents or parents who love the Lord. We have so much. It’s no coincidence that we were born where or when we were. Take a moment to really think about that.

PHOTOS:  traditional dish here. Arroz con Pollo and Ensalada Rosa. It´s like potato salad, but with beets in it. haha Go Beetdiggers, right? It´s actually delicious. BEAUTIFUL CITY! Green and street art. My heart loves it here!  Me and my babies (yes they´re generally called babies when you train them, but I didn´t call my trainee a baby. She was my equal and really great. I call them my babies because I love them like a mother loves her child. My hospital trip - Hermana F pointing to my butt, because I was about to get an injection in my nalga. “Drop your skivvy’s toots.” And       all of the pillows were to keep my head elevated because when the blood rushed to my jaw it was killer. But don´t worry. All is well now. 

Love to you all!

Hermana Meg Workman

Fright, Fight or Flight.

Monday, April 8, 2013

Hi!  Okay so yeah I have some type of virus, but I didn´t mean to scare y’all. Really I´m fine. The Lord is really helping me. I made the mistake of telling you I was sick. Never again. Ha! Truly though, I was and am so well taken care of. So many people love me. Expect a letter soon. I just need to find the post office first. Wish me luck. Thank you ALL for your prayers. I FELT THEM! 

I am in Ciudad Colòn, oooooosh ooooosh. And to be honest, I feel like I´ve just left the stoner table of the Mean Girl lunch room and moved up to the cool kids table. Not the plastics, but the really cool kids. (please ask M to help you understand this reference.)  And, who doesn´t love a stoner friend, right? Guanacaste. It taught me a lot. It was like leaving home all over again. My family. The only place I´ve ever known, right? Guanacaste is a really humble place. Really humble. The people have nothing but are happy regardless. They love you as a stranger and are willing to give you all they have. I think this has taught me to be more relaxed and less worried about my own comfort and just be willing to give. It´s the place where I experienced my first real case of culture shock; which is very real by the way, not just a fancy name. Everything around me was so different. But I managed. I didn´t die, in fact, I came back better. Part of my refining process. I learned more Spanish, the area, and I trained someone!  Guanacaste taught me to be stronger and just keep going. 

I´m happy you all enjoyed General Conference.  Was there breakfast casserole involved? I missed being at home. Shout out to Austin S, totally saw you on conf! Also, Donny Osmand, I mean Danny O. Congrats! In all honesty, Satan was working really hard on me. He knows me so well, it´s eerie. (More on this later.)  I found out that my only option for watching General Conference was in Spanish and honestly, I was crushed. I cried. We were in a janitor’s closet, and I´m really not kidding. Two elders, my companion and I, all cramped in this tiny little closet, watching General Conference, in Spanish, on a small computer screen. On the positive side of things, the picture was great. Eventually we got it in English, and “THE HILLS ARE ALIVE” Please cue both The Sound of Music lady dancing on the hills (me in colon) and Moulin Rouge (because both rock.) Yes! I noticed a lot about marriage and family too. It really touched some investigators we have. They really liked how much our church focuses on families. And I want the world to know, that THIS LIFE IS NOT THE END. You CAN live with your family forever. That´s why I´m here…away from my family; because I know that I´ll see them all again. Both in this world and the in next. I’m so happy to have God on my side. This means I´ll win every time. Make God the center of our lives! C, you made me laugh. Sorry you were uncomfy, but I don’t think you realized what you have. To be in the same room as a prophet is a miracle! Truly! BLESSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   In all honesty, 

I have a new companion, Hermana L from Mexico. She is 28 years old. I miss Hermana F, we were together for an eye blink. But so far, all is well with sweet Hermana L. Shout out to Hermana P if she stumbles across my blog. How´s good ole Nicoya? Also, I miss you. Maybe. 
I now live about 30 min away from San Jose. This means that I live close to a Wal-Mart, also every other good that the States have to offer, more or less. I really am hoping not to gain weight. Also, the climate here is PHENOMENAL!!!!!!! When I grow up, I think I´m going to move here. Absolutely beautiful! It´s so so so so so so SOOOO green. It´s the Costa Rica from the photos, and I really feel like I´m in Jurassic Park. 
We walked into our new house, which has been occupied by Elders for the past 6 years.  We walked into a scene from a horror movie, and that is no exaggeration. Seriously, you know in Snow White when she and the animals clean all the cobwebs and dirty dishes, etc? We were literally sweeping the ceiling and scraping the floor boards trying to get dust and spiders and creeping things out of the way. (Mom, thank you for putting that song from Enchanted on my iPod, I laugh every time we clean with it because it describes perfectly my new house.) It made me miss our beautiful pink house in Nicoya. I don´t think that our new house has ever been cleaned.  By the way, can I tell you what an honor it is to be here right now? This area has not had sisters in 18 years. Let me repeat that, 18 YEARS!  I feel the pressure and responsibility, and this area is HOPPIN! Oh! I have a bishop again! It´s SOOOOO awesome! And a mission leader! And such a good ward. It´s SUCH A BLESSING!

Okay funny story, I don´t know if anyone has ever told you this before, but Ticos are white. Really white. Whiter than I´ll ever be. With this background information, I feel like you´re ready for my awkward moment. There is a super awesome culture festival going on here in Ciudad Colòn which invites a ton of hipsters and locals. I was walking through and I thought I recognized the Relief Society President’s daughter. So I stopped, said a huge HOLA and kissed her cheek. She paused and asked me, in English, ¨Wait, do I know you?¨ At which point I realized that I had just kissed a complete stranger: flight or fight??¿ So I, being super smooth pretended to only speak Spanish. I´m not quite sure if I threw her off or not, but I´m hoping that she´d been drinking (really missionary like of me right?) so that I´m not always the laughing stock (what does that phrase even mean?) of her jokes forever. I walked away and just had to laugh at myself. A humbling moment: I´m clearly human! 
Our investigators are amazing here. They actually READ the Book of Mormon!! They do their assignments! One lady read the first 17 chapters of the Book of Mormon. She said she had a hard time stopping. She said that Nephi was a lot like Noah. When building a boat everyone laughed. But God protected the righteous. I´d never made this comparison before. I´m learning and I’m grateful for the good around me. I have a lot to be grateful for! 
Gen Conf makes me homesick. It´s my hood! My peeps! My family tradition! Satan knows that. But I know that even when we´re amongst life´s greatest (a beautiful city WITH HOT WATER! POR FIN!) Satan can enter and bring us down. When we choose to follow the Savior, there is no room for Satan.  (No man can serve two masters) Missions (life) are hard. Really hard, especially around holidays or major events. But there truly is something in each day to embrace and cherish. The thing I was given was a gift from my Heavenly Father saying, I have not forgotten you... and He let me be His instrument in His hand. He is my Creator, my Maker. Who else knows me better? My Heavenly Father, knowing my heart, trusted me with....investigators...A beautiful couple with two beautiful little boys. I´m excited to get to work! 

I’ve been studying the New Testament and the life of Jesus Christ. I want to know our Savior. I’m reading about his ministry along the shores of Galilee. 

I can´t upload photos here again. I´m so sorry! I’ve even been consciously trying to take good photos this week. Really sorry. But all will work out. GO VISUAL:  Picture me holding the...spout? Faucet thingee (I forgot the word in English) to our sink in one hand. It broke right off. Ha. Picture me in front of some of the coolest graffiti ever! Also, picture grey awesome skies and BRIGHT and dark greens EVERYWHERE! Picture hills and crazy terrain. I´m like hiking all the time. Hills are everywhere.   Thank you for the photos! OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!!!!  MELTING HEART!  R, my comp thought this was your wedding photo! (Where are her sleves!) So happy for you. So glad you loved prom. A senior? I love you!  R, you’re so tall! Love the camping photos! B, what happened to your hair! And your puppy! Wow! Love you all! 

No package yet, but be patient. I am much closer and have more access. I´m excited about it because yesterday one of our investigators asked us for a HLJ ring. She’s not a member, yet, she just likes what we stand for!  Awesome I tell you. 

Greetings to my grandparents. Hug them each for me. I miss and love them. Tell the Workman grand folk to go to church. Then, tell them I love them. (Please send some fried potatoes and onions. ha.) 

Family, I love you so much it´s nuts. I love each of you and wish the best. 
Have a good week. 
Stop crying. 
Stop it. 
All is well! 
ALL IS WELL! 
Hermana Workman 

OOOSHHHHHHHHHH! THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING! 

April 3, 2013 

NOT an Aprils Fool’s Joke;

 What you are about to read will make sense only because I hacked into Megan’s email account and copied and pasted several versions of the week’s stories to make the following letter. I also emailed her nurse and mission home. You will understand more as you read on. I’ll explain her prognosis at the end of this letter. Love you all. We are, once again, living miracles. Thanks for your prayers and love... sounds like we still need them. Please keep in mind, she is heavily sedated…(which ironically doesn’t change her much).

 Dear Family & Friends,

 Welcome to Holy (or Saints; same word in Spanish- which by the way I’m starting to like. I’m getting the hang of it. You just have to listen and become a parrot. I’m grateful that my companion is native and willing to help me.  And if you don’t know a word, just pronounce it like Nacho Libre. That works like 30 percent of the time.) Welcome to Holy Week. Costariccensis take an entire week to celebrate Pascua, or Passover, they don’t have a word for Easter but that’s what it is. They celebrate by getting super drunk and heading to the beach. Apparently this week you aren’t supposed to eat meat so we´ve been being served a lot of “pastas” or mysterious noodles with mysterious sauce and unidentifiable veggies. But I’m grateful. Always grateful! Also, all the bars are closed and the liquor is locked up. Except in Guanacaste where all the tourists go. So my neck of the woods is a little like Babylon, ha!

 I would like to tell you about some miracle I’ve seen the past couple of days. I know they are from our loving Heavenly Father. Thank you for your prayers. They´re working! 

 Wednesday thankfully we had planned well and had backup plans for all our investigators apts. We had a plan A B C and D for everyone and wouldn’t you know it, nobody was home. Apparently it was 41 degrees cel. But you don’t need a thermometer (hardest word for me to pronounce in Spanish. my comp and I have a joke about it, cloudy with a chance of meatballs, flints invention with acronyms the STEFONOMEFERRR. Every time I try to say a word, she says that and makes me laugh.) to tell you that it was burning hot. But we kept walking and trying to find someone to whom we could share the good word. We worked hard and I know The Lord would be proud.

 I have been taking my vitamins mommy! Thank you. I still somehow managed to get a virus in my 3rd cerebral nerve in my jaw. So I might get paralysis. But luckily we caught it in time and are keeping an eye out.  Friday I was rushed to the hospital in San Jose. And by rushed I mean I was literally on a 7 hour bus ride in the hottest place on earth with babies crying, people sweating everywhere, while in excruciating pain.  I just put my head down in prayer and just prayed for the strength to endure the pain. I cried and my companion patted by back. I’m on medication that helps with the pain. But I don’t think it’s getting better. DON’T WORRY MOMMY! I love you! I wrote you a letter about it. It was and is the worst pain in my life. I wanted you. But my sisters were SO helpful. They held me. Tickled my hand and played with my hair, just like you would’ve.  So, that’s how I spent my Easter Weekend.

 At 4:30 this morning we headed for San Jose. This is after getting no sleep, (we had to pack all our stuff and wake up early).  When we got to our bus it was standing room only. FOR 4 HOURS. Seriously~ Standing on a bus… with all our luggage at  4:30 in the morning… for 4 hours… drugged up and no sleep.  When we got off they told me that I had to pay for each suitcase. We had like 12. Yeah right buddy! I think my momma taught me better than that. I totally yelled at some guy who wanted to charge us for our suitcases, which was nuts. My companion and the other Hermanas said I did so (spoke sternly) in perfect Spanish. So apparently you just have to get me upset, drugged, and tired before I speak the language. They, the natives, were like who is this Latina trapped in the Gringa body! But my goal has always been to be able to yell in Spanish. And I’m getting there. I promise I’m a good missionary, just don’t mess with us.  I´ll explain in one year. BY THE WAY, TODAY IS MY ONE YEAR LEFT MARK! I’ve been out 6 months ago today. whoa!

 Tomorrow is transfers!! I´ll get a new companion and area tomorrow. CRAZY! I will miss Guanacaste, my companion and our Hermanas. She/they REALLY are awesome. Hermana P&Q. (Hermana Q is feeling much better.) Hermana P, poor girl, will be the new “trainer”. Change is weird, but I know that it’s so that we don’t stay stagnant. We should never wear a robe of comfort in the gospel, always try to be improving. I’m not sure if I’m making sense, I’m a little drugged.

 I’m so sorry that I don’t have time to tell you about all my week. But I plan to send you in a letter. So we´ll be headed to the temple at 1:00. In 45 min. Hey guess what, I´m learning Spanish! I’m sorry this is so random. GREAT WEEK! So many miracles. I promise they´ll come in the mail. I LOVE YOU EACH SO MUCH. Tell Matty to write me. Thank the Jackson family for the letters. So cute. Congrats to Uncle J! Russell M Nelson! Yippee! I’m dizzy! Really dizzy!  I walked into some internet cafe in San José and guess who is in here? ELDER H!! It was hard to focus, we were just chattin n catching up. He’s great. He’s a district leader and naturally knows Spanish perfectly. (He was in my district in the MTC) It was so good to see him. I´ll talk to you next week from an unknown place! I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Have a good week!

Meg  Hermana Workman 

Megan has been diagnosed with Trigeminal neuralgia is inflammation of the trigeminal nerve. There are 12 cranial nerves, and the trigeminal nerve is responsible for facial sensation. It has three branches, one of which runs along the mandible (jaw). The doctor in the clinic believes that she picked up a virus, which is attacking the nerve. I “wiki” searched it. They also call it “suicide disease” as the pain is the most intense pain one can endure. It has been described as among the most painful conditions known to mankind.  After my email to her nurse (she is the mission nurse,)- she responded immediately- She put my worries at ease by letting me know she is closely monitoring Megan and has been with her and will be with her again today and tonight. She is awesome at responding which is a comfort.  Since it is a virus attacking the nerves, she will need to be on the medications (and muscular injections) for the next 10 days. According to my dear, lifelong friend and pharmacist, (everyone needs a best-ee pharmacist) Michelle, she said that her meds will make her very loopy and lethargic. So… add that to her transfer week! All in all, when I got the news, I immediately fell to my knees in prayer to Our Father in Heaven. She is so far away, in a Foreign Country and alone… NOT. I knew that she was safe, in His loving arms with her Missionary Family. God bless you all and your families.

XOXO  Diane