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October 09, 2008

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Vicky

So far, so good. Thanks for keeping us updated.

The amount of information you are getting is really amazing. In Japan you'd be told nothing until the patient was completely out of the operating theatre. (And maybe not much even then....)

Hannah

Moreena,
I was so scared to go here this morning - I hope so much this update of yours is still valid.
Thinking with all my heart and mind of Annika. Come on, sweet girl - stay strong.

Hannah

(Just noticed the small time difference between your update and my comment - so yes, your update is still valid. I am so glad.)

kiersten from book club

thank you for the continued updates...still praying!!!

Bobby

Yea for that. Sharon says "yea!" from over on her side of the couch. Hang in there, Moreena and Jorg. Praying in Denver. Love Bobby and Sharon.

Phantom Scribbler

Thrilled about the milestone, and wishing that no one -- not you, not the family sharing the waiting room with you now, not the donor family -- ever had to spend the night like this.

jenevieve

Still here, thinking of you guys.

Corinn

What an update to come back to... yikes, and wow, and oh man.

Praying for you all, Anni especially.

Emma

Five updates since I went to bed - I was worried. But things seem to be proceeding well, I hope that remains true since this last update. (((hugs))) and prayers.

Tanya

Your family has not been far from my thought today. Hoping everything is going well - or as well as they possibly could be.

ppb

I think the hardest place in the world is the midnight waiting room.

Beate

Praying for you and your family in TX

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Falling Down, November 2004

  • Balloon in hand, my 4-year-old
    twirled across the kitchen floor,
    singing nonsense words
    in her own key.
    "It's my gift!" she declared
    to the world at large, which
    was really only me,
    sitting at the table. Enough
    twirling, and she lost
    her balance, tumbling
    to the floor in a theatrical
    slapstick of elbows and knees.

    She lay on her back
    for a few seconds,
    staring
    at the textured ceiling
    with the mysterious
    spaghetti sauce stain.
    Suddenly she
    began
    flapping her arms and legs
    there on the floor, as if to swish
    the imaginary snow
    into a snow angel.

    "Falling down is also a gift!" says she.

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