One More Week

Just one more week to go before we see the transplant people. He looks so yellow and "scrawny around the edges" right now that I have a hard time with crying jags on and off (mostly off). All told, we're not doing too badly, although he may have to be hospitalized before we see the transplant people in order to get toxins cleared out of his system and fluid buildup drained off.

This is all so frightening and strange for us. We realize that the nurses and doctors we deal with see this all the time, and I try to base my attitude on theirs -if they do not seem too concerned I try not to be too concerned as well - but since this involves the one man I love most on the face of this planet there are those heart-rending moments when the tears flow and the fears creep in through the crevices you did not realize were there until that precise moment. Just one more week!

Friends and neighbors have been so kind and have been helping us as they have been able but it is amazing how much stuff you accomplish around your own home without realizing it until you can't get things done and have to ask others to help you out! In addition to my sweetie-pie's being so ill, my knee blew out and I am hobbling around on crutches. I may be doing some preemptive "ouching" but not very much. The darned thing hurts! Hopefully it is just a mild sprain and will heal soon so I can get back to chores that so desperately need tending to during this time - we can't ask friends to do EVERYTHING! That would be way too much.

Thus our lives continue to unfold during yet another time of crisis. May your lives be more peaceful and far more kind.

With much love,
Izzlebug