Homesick

“How are you doing?” is the most common question these days. “Homesick” is my answer. I’m thankful that I don’t have a long string of medical concerns to answer with. So thankful. But I have never in my life been so homesick and restless. Of course, I brought all my activities, but I don’t want to do any of them. I talk to my kids and just miss them more. They send me pictures of the dogs being silly and I miss them too. I want to go home. And I can’t. I feel like a caged animal. I am truly grateful that I feel this good – that my worst complaints are boredom and loneliness, but those two are also pretty heavy.

“When do you get to go home?” is the follow up question. The answer to that, I’ve been told, is when my ANC (absolute neutrophil count = baby blood cells) is 500 for three days in a row.

“What is your ANC now?” It is not measurable.

So friends, pray for my ANC to come up quickly. Pray for it to be speedier than usual. Pray I get to go home soon because my heart feels like it is breaking from missing it so badly.