“I write because I don’t know what I think until I read what I say. ”
Eeeek! Every once in a blue moon an idea comes together so smoothly and perfectly that it makes you squeal with delight. That is this idea.
Last week, after I had a melt down about not having a way to get Sage’s power chair to and from school (which you can read about here), I thought, “What if we do an auction to raise money for Sage’s wheelchair accessible van? We know a lot of amazing people doing pretty cool things, maybe we could get people to donate towards an auction for Sage…”
Read MoreAs we got closer to school starting, I could feel my nervousness ramping up. I love Sage’s school. They have been absolutely incredible with her and she loves it there, but after her hip surgery just getting out of the house has been challenging.
When I mentioned some of my anxiety to the PT Sage is seeing at Phoenix Children’s she suggested we increase PT to twice a week (well three times a week if you count her normal home based PT as well). I knew doing this would improve Sage’s mobility, ease her pain, and help her feel more comfortable even during the long day at school.
Read MoreShe took a deep breath, then spilled it out, “I’m so sorry. I know this isn’t what you expected, but we are going to need to admit you to the hospital.”
Bryan and I must have given her the same incredulous look because she shifted uncomfortable and started apologetically explaining in such a round about way that it was difficult to follow her. The gist of it was that Bryan’s liver counts were too high. Way too high.
Read More“But… do you still believe in the God of Abraham, Jacob, Isaac… all that?” He asked.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “Well, yeah.” And then I stumbled through some sort of defense, an explanation. But what I largely felt was embarrassed and scared.
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