And the verdict is..... no surgery tomorrow for Audrey. After 16 hours of travel, lost luggage, 2 rough nights' sleep, 8 hours of appointments in the hospital, blood draw, x-rays, prescriptions, waiting rooms and discussions, the phrase "All dressed up with nowhere to go" comes to mind. I don't know where we'll sleep tomorrow night, when surgery will be or when we're coming home, but I'm thankful for their thorough concern for our little girl, and I'm thankful beyond words for the immense kindness of our friend Wendy and her mom who helped us get to the Yawkey from the airport last night despite the crazy hassle of filing a report with the airline for a lost carseat with a worker who'd never done it before, a delay that led to Wendy's mom getting a ticket from the testy curb guard at the airport. Wendy is an angel, and gave us treats and hugs and helped us stop at the grocery store between valiantly fighting wild Boston traffic and roads to the Yawkey. I am a lucky friend. It would have been so much easier to have gotten the "No" a couple days ago, but now I can only walk forward with faith that things will work out somehow. Taking deep breaths and a chocolate chip cookie break before walking home in the dark. It's going to be fine, and this will be best for Audrey's health. I got to listen to harp music during our lunch break at the Yawkey House, played by a woman with MS in a wheelchair who volunteers her music for the families staying there. It made me feel like home. Everything's going to be OK.
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| Both tonight. All better now. |
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