Monday, May 30, 2011
Back again
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Homecoming
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Jaffa Jive
Don't count your chickens before they hatch
Chris is on his way to pick his niece, Amy, up from the airport. Kai is slowly waking up. Now that his chest drainage tube ("my tail") is out, he can breathe better and so he is much more comfortable. Getting the tube out was the last big milestone yesterday. It was done in 5 minutes preceded by a dose of morphine and the amnesia-inducing tranquilizer versat. Kai was quite high afterwards, cracking jokes and approaching a baby saying "I LOVE that baby!" The nurse described him as a "drunken sailor." Some kids get belligerent, Kai was like a frat boy who had one too many drinks.
Yesterday morning, we had a special treat. The storyteller from the public library came by to tell Kai a lovely story about a duck who finds his own voice, after trying the voices of a few other animals. Another little boy joined in listening, too. Seeing them smile as the duck puppet mooed and neighed warmed my heart. That any of these children are smiling, and they actually do, is quite amazing after what they have been through. Some children have been here for weeks, others for their third or fourth time. Little Aina has returned to the hospital several times in the past year because her chest tube incision keeps on causing problems. It makes me feel quiet and humbled about Kai's swift recovery.
A visit from dear friends gave us a feeling of almost being home, with weekend plans that included Kai playing outside in the sun. We are so ready for that! I have been packing our bags since yesterday.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
to friends and family
Day after
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Surgery Day
Monday, May 23, 2011
One more day to go
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Time sped up
Friday, May 20, 2011
Shared situation
Thursday, May 19, 2011
UM Children's Hospital #3
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
information maze
Monday, May 16, 2011
Our pre-op day at the hospital
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Laughing Matter
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Waiting game
Monday, May 9, 2011
Ceding control
For once on the face of the earth,
let's not speak in any language;
let's stop for one second,
and not move our arms so much.
It would be an exotic moment
without rush, without engines;
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness.
Fisherman in the cold sea
would not harm whales
and the man gathering salt
would look at his hurt hands.
Those who prepare green wars,
wars with gas, wars with fire,
victories with no survivors,
would put on clean clothes
and walk about with their brothers
in the shade, doing nothing.
What I want should not be confused
with total inactivity.
Life is what it is about;
I want no truck with death.
If we were not so single-minded
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with death.
Perhaps the earth can teach us
as when everything seems dead
and later proves to be alive.
Now I'll count up to twelve
and you keep quiet and I will go.