Last fall, before I began my long journey across the country to visit families and brain injury facilities, a gentleman I dubbed "The Taskmaster" helped me get everything in order for the trip. He created questions for me and had me not only write the answers, but practice giving them. He has been well versed in the political arena for over 40 years and ensured that I not only took the right steps to set up an appointment to speak with my senator but had my concerns consolidated in an orderly manner. Since I came back to Idaho in Dec, he has been working on another project to be announced early next week.
Last week the Taskmaster was hospitalized with congestive heart failure. For a few days, things were touch and go. Today his color is much better, although he still tires easily. His doctors hope to release from the hospital by the end of the week.
Many people have prayed for his healing. He is appreciative of those prayers. For those who have prayed for him, he is grateful. God hears. God answers.
Please continue to keep the Taskmaster in your prayers.
Follow me on my daughter's journey to recovery after a sudden medically unexplained hypoxic brain injury, her 16 months of recovery, and her sudden cardiac arrest that eventually took her life. This is about my beloved Brenna and a mother's reflections while she was ill and after her loss. God has sent me on a journey to use her story to help and educate others. The opinions on this blog are based on 6000 hours spent with My Brenna over a 16 month period.
Playing Dress Up
Brenna wearing Mama's hat.
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