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| Martha and Deanie have been constant givers of care |
I have fallen into both of their arms in a massive puddle of tears as the doctor(s) have found "no breath leaking through the tube." I mean, really, HOW does a mama hear something like that and still stand up?
They have listened non-stop to my detailed accounting of what each nurse or resident said and how I tried to read between the lines (always filling the space in with some worse case scenario self talk.) Even at dinner, as I sat paralyzed with exhaustion and fear, they humored me and told me that I had 52 more seconds to complain about the way the chicken was cooked. (Who else can talk this straight with you?)
And, most importantly, even though I do not have a picture of Deanie holding Taylor's hand, both she and Martha have stood by Taylor's bed for long stretches soothing and loving on my very own son.
And they have brought me tea and Vita-muffins and toothpaste and fingernail files. And they have continued to listen intensely and carefully alongside me to the words of every resident--hoping to squeak out hidden messages of hope and healing.
To my sisters, Martha and Deanie, I love you. I love you.
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| Deanie was thankfully able to take a few hours each day to see Chicago. |
The trouble with being in crucial, life-impacting situations is that you can't help but pepper your talk with cliches... because they're true. Like: what a gift and a blessing that Deanie and Martha could be there with you. And: that is the true meaning of sisterhood, being there when your sister truly needs you. Marianne, did/will the tube come out today? Oh, I do hope so. You're in my thoughts and heart, sister. Watched that sweet video again...love to you all, anndy
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