Day 19 @ UM

Well as Drew says it’s “Christmas Eve eve”.  Hope you are prepared.  We know that the birth of Christ is the biggest miracle of all, but we are praying for another big one ourselves.

We have seen God at work here at UM and also at Beaumont.  From the people we meet in the hallway and elevators, to the doctors, nurses, and sitters, God is definitely present.  However, we are pleading with Him to cure Tracy.

Today we received our 3^rd treatment.  Drew and I were up at 6:15AM to go with Tracy for a 7:30AM appointment, which normally means they get her around 7AM.  Not today, they didn’t come and get her until 8:30AM!  Drew and I lost 1 ½ of sleep!  If you haven’t been following, this sleep thing is a very valuable commodity.

Drew finally had the loaded hash browns in the cafeteria this morning and he really liked them.  We will see how much he liked them as they stop serving them at 9:30AM, which he only sees this early hour during school.

We returned to Tracy’s room around 10AM to see if she was back yet.  As we turned the corner there she was just outside of her room.  She was sleeping as the anesthesia still had hold of her.  So we figured if momma is sleeping, everyone is sleeping, well at least me.  Drew and I went back to the room where I paid a couple of bills, did some office work, and settled in for a short Winter’s nap, while Drew had visions of playing Skyrim on his Xbox, which he had brought with him so that we could watch DVD’s.

After I woke up, we went back to Tracy’s room and found her still sleeping.  Things seem reminiscent of Wednesday’s treatment.  While Tracy slept, I worked and paid more bills; I do not know how Tracy kept it all together.  Drew played games on his phone by himself until he asked if I wanted to play cribbage with him.  How could I refuse?  He beat me badly the 1^st game and the second game was a doozy!  For those of you who know how to play, Drew lead 120 to 119 and it was my deal.  I scored on the first fifteen for 2 points and the win!  (Drew: I was so mad).  Now that I think about it, it was kinda like the win that we watched last week as Indiana beat Kentucky at the buzzer.   Which also reminds me that I still haven’t written about the lost week of blogs.  I will try to recollect my thoughts and fill them in some time soon.

Well we didn’t play the rubber match of cribbage, at least not yet.   Instead we went for a walk and some snacks.

Returning to Tracy’s room, we found her still fast asleep.  That was an hour ago.  She now has a partner, Drew.  But I think I will wake him up and go have dinner.  I think it’s going to be Mexican.

This is Drew now, Dad is in Mom’s room with her, and I am in charge of finishing off the blog.  It was in fact Mexican for dinner, and I think it will be Mexican for midnight leftovers once I finish this blog. 

Upon returning from dinner, Dad and I went into Mom’s room and stayed from 7:30 to 9.  She’s still very sleepy, but she’s murmuring some phrases that we can barely make out.  Before we left for dinner, both Dad and I received murmuring that went to the sound of “I love you too”s.  She was doing some more murmuring like this the whole time we were there.  We left at 9, hoping to watch a movie, and return later.

The plan was to watch Ocean’s 11, then return to the room in hopes that she would be more lucid around 11 or 11:30, as she was the other night.  We returned, and she was a bit more alert.  Her murmur’s seemed to have more consonants scattered through them, making it apparent to us that she wanted to tell us something.

The improvement after today’s treatment was not quite as obvious as those after previous treatments, but for the most part, if we had to call it anything, I’m sure we’d both still call it improvement.  Our only concern is that as she comes out of this catatonic phase, she’s becoming more easily startled, making us think that this MAY be a return to the stage of episodes like way back at Beaumont.  But neither of us is anywhere close to a doctor, and we are choosing to walk by faith, not by sight.  We would much rather rely on faith in our God than freak out over the symptoms that we think we see.

I think that we will be having a very good Christmas weekend.  My dad will continue to keep you all updated.  I feel as though I should be leaving you with a witty remark, but I have no clever phrases in my mind for you.  So Merry Christmas! Maybe I’ll write another one some time this weekend.