and So we are home home and she says she feels even better.
Even though she is doing better – our girl has a long way to go. The reality is setting in for her. Among other things. . . She has issues with the nerves in her face. We are hopeful this is temporary.
She says often, she really didn’t believe she had an accident but, when people she trusted told her did, she thought she must have.
She tells me, she doesn’t remember any of it.
I tell her, it’s not important. “Don’t try, I say. We know you had one and here we are. . . recovering. Thank God”
I find, I can’t say, “she is recovering without adding the words. . . Thank God.”
Through this whole ordeal . . . I can’t help but think of our Donor Family and what they must have gone through when whatever happened to our donor happened.
I can’t help but think of them being told to step into that side waiting room like we were told. . . you know those waiting rooms you see on T.V. or the movies? They are there -right off the big emergency room waiting room. . . you know it’s there but, you don’t know were it is.
This is the room set aside for news so bad the family needs privacy. It’s all blue with light and lots of chairs.
You cling to eachother
and then first the doctors come in and tell you the news. . .
and then the Chaplin.
When we got our news. . . the room spun & my only question was “Is she alive?” I got the answer I wanted
and then because we are Catholic . . . we called for a priest.
and we asked him “to bring all his toys.”
and we prayed to the Holy Mother and asked her for strength, and to pray for us, and ask Her Son to let us keep our daughter.
and prayed to God himself . . . and prayed, and prayed and prayed.
and when I prayed the Hail Mary I couldn’t say the ending. . . “Now and at the hour of our death” I just couldn’t.
We went to anyone and everyone we could think of to pray. . . and you fell to your knees and prayed, and prayed without ceasing. . . and then I can’t help but say, Thank God for you.
and so when I think of our donor family. . . I know they did the same thing.
But, their prayers were answered differently then ours. . . and then they saved my husband.
and people tell me we have had a hard time. . . and we have to say, No, we have had a time . . . maybe the time of our lives – we say with a smile. We have had a time I don’t want to revisit. We have had a time where prayers were answered in exactly the way we begged our sweet Jesus to answer. . . and we know that’s not a hard time.
The girl who loves music knows people were not meant to have it easy. She knows this and she “offers her struggles up” as the best nana says.
She is strong and she’s recovering.
and I keep praying for a full recovery and will ask you to do the same. . . because I know you will.
Much love to you all,
early morning run alone
quite time to share my thoughts with you
the sharp mind of our girl
work for the fisherman
hugs from my “little boys” as they walk out the door
notes of love from people I hardly know
Lucy running crazy for us bringing the dinners
the dinners – oh! my goodness the dinners filled with love
and cookies and cakes
cars that work
school being done
everyone pulling together
being home to care for our girl