The Prophet

These past few days have been difficult and I was having a hard time wanting to write about it so I’m sorry it has been a while since the last blog. They say the first two weeks after a transplant are the hardest. He’s had lots of ups and downs (actually just downs) including fluid on his lungs, hooked up to a lot of oxygen, possible central line infection and kidney infections, bags of platelets and many tests, etc. Last night was a little intense; I set the alarm clock every hour so I could wake up and wipe a wet sponge in Van’s mouth. He takes “dry mouth” to a whole new level. We make small attainable goals each day and today he was able to shower by himself, take a walk and sit in a chair for an hour. Amazing! He is on the road to recovery!


On the more positive note, Saturday, Bishop Mott took his youth to the Salt Lake Temple to do baptisms for the dead and guess who they saw? President Thomas S. Monson! The Prophet spent 30 minutes talking to them. He told them to “Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.” (Proverbs 3:5-6) He shared many stories, experiences and scriptures that strengthened their testimonies.

Many of the youth came by our hospital room afterwards and administered to us. They each shared something they learned from the Prophet. It was very enlightening. Sister Mott made this “Go Cougars” sign for us. Did you know it is only 108 days until the first BYU football game? We are so excited to change the count down each day.

Sunday night was a very trying time for Van and so his brothers brought their sons and they all sang to him in harmony. Van couldn’t speak much that day but he told me later that angels were singing with them and they had come to “bare him up”. The lady across the hall from us had her second mini transplant two weeks ago and had complications. Her body was trying to pass away Sunday but as soon as the boys started singing (with the angels) that evening, she died within minutes. The nurse said she remembers hearing the songs, “I Need Thee Every Hour and I Believe In Christ” as she walked down the hall and finding out the news. It was so touching to be a part of such a heavenly event.

We love you all so much and thank you for your prayers and fasting. We couldn’t do this without all of you joining your faith with ours.