It was another good day yesterday. April felt much better. She walked more and even took a shower, which really made her feel refreshed. Her pain is still there, but it seems to be more related to the surgery now. The actual cause is still much the mystery. Everyone is waiting with bated breath for the toxicology report to come back on her spleen. Sounds like every test known to man is being run ion that tiny sliver of tissue. Our trip to the hospital with Cailyn was after naptime, so she was in much better spirits as well. It was great to see the little family of three holding hands as they took Mommy for a walk around the halls of the unit.
The surgeons are totally pleased with her surgery recovery. I don't know if it is completely up to them, but Nathan seems to think they would release her to go home any day. Loads of follow-ups are in the future of course, from hematology to cardiology to infectious disease. Nathan was talking in terms of spending the night at home so he could get the house cleaned up and set up for the homecoming, whenever that might be. He was even thinking ahead to little things like how he was going to replace his phone. He said he has virtually worn his out with all the texting he has done over the past week trying to keep everyone appraised of April's condition and answering well-wishes.
Meanwhile Cailyn has continued to amaze us with her imagination and with her general knack of handling this whole situation. The other day she suddenly picked up a toy phone and answered it. After a brief conversation of which I only heard one side, of course, she said good bye. I asked who she was talking to. Her answer? "Oh, that was Poompbaff." Of course it was.
She and Nathan entertained us at the hospital. The newly renovated rooms at UTMB are very nice and quite large. The two of them were sitting in a wheelchair. I totally understand the unbelievable temptation involved with that. It didn't take long for Nathan to ask if she wanted to go for a ride. Back and forth across the room they flew. And at each end Cailyn would say, "Do it again, Daddy." The she added, "Do One to the Money." I knew what that one meant. At the house she likes to climb into my desk chair and have me spin her around in circles. Before I let go with the spin I say the old ditty, "one for the money, two for the show, three to get ready and four to go." That was fine for a time or two, but she and her Daddy have their own language as well, and that took precedence before long. Almost breathless in her giggling, she began to cry out, "Do Set Market, Daddy." Took me a few times before I actually heard what Nathan was saying. "On your mark. Get set. Go." Hence, "Set Market." Of course.
Isaiah 58:6-9 says, "Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke? Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter — when you see the naked, to clothe him, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood? Then your light will break forth like the dawn, and your healing will quickly appear; then your righteousness will go before you, and the glory of the Lord will be your rear guard. Then you will call, and the Lord will answer; you will cry for help, and he will say: Here am I."
Father, we are stupefied by April's mysterious malady. Yet we are in awe of you as well. We acknowledge that you have brought her through this. It was no accident that Sunday was the day everything seemed to turn around, and even Nathan experienced peace. Keep walking with us. We still really need you.
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