Liz is resting comfortably in her own bed after a dinner of chicken noodle soup, some ginger ale and some meds with unpronounceable names.
Dancer has already brought Liz some toys to pass the time and is keeping a close eye on her by her bedside.
This is our last post. Liz and I thank you for all your words of encouragement (I read them all to her), prayers, and energy that reached her from wherever you were. I think phone calls are still a little premature at this point. But go ahead and text her phone. Mine is out of data minutes!!
Thank you Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are! Good night.