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October 08, 2008



Prayers prayers prayers prayers prayers.........................

Phantom Scribbler

Here, listening, thinking of you the length of this long night.

Happy birthday, Frankie.

kathy a.

i'm a huge fan of frankie! and so please tell her that ms. kathy in california sends birthday love. xoxoxo

and oh, moreena. please keep posting if that helps, because we want to know. i don't have words enough to talk about all the emotions. xoxoxoxoxo

Jane Dark

I'm here listening too, and probably will be for as long as you keep posting updates.

Hugs to all of you, and prayers.


I am not sure I have ever commented before but I've been following your blog for a long time.

I wanted to let you know that I'll be checking in regularly today as it's the middle of the day in Japan, so I'll be thinking of Anni, and all of your family as the transplant goes on.

I cannot pretend to know how you feel and would be presumptious to say so but I am a mum of two boys myself and I can understand in general terms the anxiety of letting them go into the hands of the doctors.

Be strong!


I'm a long-time lurker and just wanted to let you know that I'm out here tonight, reading along, wishing and hoping and wanting as hard as I can.


Steve and I are sending as many good healthy thoughts to Chicago as we possibly can squeeze out. And keep hoping for good updates. Big hugs to everyone.

Gillian (Alice's mom)

waiting up with you... praying hard!


Praying and holding all of you in my thoughts through the night. Please, please, please let her be well.


You live blog, I'll live read! Sitting here grading several stacks of papers... and thinking of you all.

Frankie is my birthday twin. Happy Birthday to all three of us!


I too have been lurking around this blog for a long time. And for what it's worth, the thoughts and best wishes of a total stranger are with your family tonight.


Lots of good hopes and prayers your way.


I just discovered your blog this evening. I have been reading through and it's really touched my heart. Sending lots of positive thoughts to you all. I will be watching for your updates.


My very best thoughts are with you all. Hope the birthday girl likes her lemon cake?! Much love and many prayers.


following along here, too...glad you have a wireless connection. Sure is different from past transplants...to be so far away and "hearing" about it only as I read the words you write...

kiersten from book club

we're here...


Never commented before but thinking of all of you, as well as the donor family, right now. I'm hoping everything works out even better than you could imagine and that Frankie's birthday is awesome. Best thoughts to all of you!

Mary Kiernan Lee

I know so well the worry you have about how this effects Frankie.
Nora is 16 years post transplant and has had her share of ups and downs. Maggie was 2 at the time of the transplant and is now a freshmen in college.
It was always my goal that Nora should live a "normal" life but Maggie was truly more responsible
for that than I was. At 18 and 16 years old, my daughters prefer each other's company to others and it is a blessing.
I am glad for the update, I wasn't really expecting it when I came looking for it.
As always, Annika is in my prayers.


Sending love and prayers. And the thoughts of all the Wednesday Whiners. We wait with you in spirit.


Prayers and more prayers coming your way.


Happy Birthday to you, and to Frankie. The third time, it is so so charming.

Thoughts and prayers to all of you...


Am just here to send more support and good wishes. There is a ton to go around for you tonight.

Brenda - SeriouslyMama

All the prayers and good vibes I have are sent your way tonight. The blogosphere is thinking of you, Annika and your family.


I'm sending prayers and good thoughts. Take care of yourself too.


Happy Birthday, sweet Frankie. I know your biggest birthday wish is the same as everyone elses.
God, I'm crying my eyes out right now.

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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,
    at the textured ceiling
    with the mysterious
    spaghetti sauce stain.
    Suddenly she
    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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