The countdown has begun, and our big day is quickly approaching. It has been almost a month and I have managed to stay quiet and calm and get through each day, and now I am just hoping and praying that the ickies (aka: cold?) Harrison has managed to pick up this weekend will go away by Friday. Or maybe it won't matter? I am about to whip up a batch of chicken soup to squirt right into his Gtube...I'll just puree the matzah balls and the noodles so it can all go in together, yes?
We do feel extremely lucky to have amazing friends and family who have been incredibly supportive and are cheering for him every single day...BIG SHOUT OUT to you! It has helped us tremendously and continues to help us, filling in the gaps left by the ones who would be by our sides every moment if they were still with us.
OK, clearly it is starting to hit me, and I am having some random emotional moments, and this is just the pre-game. If...WHEN...all goes well on Friday, I promise I will be crying hysterically for an indefinite number of days. Kind of like that meltdown you get after finals (especially RPCS finals)... so please forgive me if I cannot hold a conversation over the next week or two. And please, remind my husband that he is doing all he can do, and there is absolutely no possible way to calm me down before my soul is ready to relax. But he might need to sit on me to keep my heart from beating out of my chest over the next few days. Thank goodness for his calm manner, one of us will have to be focused to keep the house, the dogs, the children, life, in order!
I am hoping that this morning we changed Harrison's trach for the last time...and that when he comes home next Sunday I can toss a lot of supplies into a big bonfire...party info will be posted!
Keep sending those good vibes, please please please!!!
xoxoxo
