touch, touching and touched

Backstory:  So there was this one time that Eric thought it would be appropriate to tell everyone at church that my "love language" was physical touch. Obviously, accompanied by him inappropriately grabbing my backside at church or something like that. He thought he was so funny. He wasn't, and I adamantly decided he was wrong about my love language. 

However, over the last few days I have begin to wonder if maybe Eric is actually right on course. (I don't want him to actually think he was "right" so on course sounds better)
Although, this being touched is not so much physical,

I am truly touched.  

  

All of your words and kindness have touched me in ways that I cannot even begin to describe.  

I have felt your love through all of your words and messages and the prayers offered up in my behalf  

I don't know if there is anyway to thank each and every one of you for "touching" me in such profound ways.  

I guess if you are going to have to go through something really yucky like this you might as well have the benefit of knowing how awesome people think you have fooled others into believing you are.  

I am touched at how many of you have reached out to our Heavenly Father, in prayer in my behalf. 

I am touched at the offers for child care and meals that have come flooding in since the minute I needed help. 

I am touched by your hundreds of messages of friendship and encouragement. 

I am touched that  you think I will look good without hair. 

I am touched that my brother would fly here to spend time with us. 

I am touched that you all believe I have enough faith to be healed.

I am touched at the sincerity of my own children in their prayers and fasting for me.

(Not an easy task for an 8 and 11 year old -- and we love Tess, but let's be honest that girl never goes without food or even folds her arms for a prayer)

I am touched at my in-laws family here in Oregon and the halt that they have put on their own schedules to do anything and everything for me, Eric and the girls. 

(everyone needs a sister-in-law like corrine but that is a whole separate post)  

I am touched at how many of  you shared my facebook status with those that you love, pleading for their prayers and support.

I am touched at the number of prayer rolls and lists that my name has been put on, knowing no limits to religion -- It has been a testimony to me that an all loving God is known and trusted by all, regardless of sect of religion.  

I am touched at your offers for housing and hotels and accommodations for traveling family members. 

I am touched at the faith of my siblings and their constant checking in on me, via text, phone calls and face-time. 

I am touched (and humored) by the jokes, laughs and pictures that have brought a little bit of sunshine to long, somewhat difficult days. 

I am touched by the games, gift cards, letters and notes that have been brought/sent for the girls to provide a little reprieve while navigating this hard time. 

I am touched that my parents are currently driving here to be with me through whatever might come these next few weeks. 

I am touched by your stories of courage and survival and perseverance that have given me hope and direction. 

So, see.....maybe Eric is right.  Maybe touch really is my love language.  

Thank you for touching me in ways that I hope to be able to repay for years to come.  

Next update will come sometime tomorrow after we meet with the oncologist again.  

We have had numerous appointments with Gastroenterology specialists, specialized surgeons and others and we feel like things are coming together.  Thank you for your concern, prayers and thoughtfulness.