My best times in life happen with or because of my best gal, Karen. Karen continued to get stronger and more stable today, and it seems like her fever is finally almost done with.They tweaked her ventilator again to make her work a little harder, even, and she handled it with no issues all day today. Her digestion is also going well. It seems like all the little bumps and quirks are coming to an end, and now were about to start the next step: making the long journey back to the USA, then waiting for her body to fully wake-up and recover. The waiting is the hard part. Im so ready to see those eyes, see that smile, hear that voice. Im ready for her to squeeze my hand again. Yesterday she moved when she heard one of her machines start beeping REALLY loud, as well as when the trash disposal lady shook open a new trash bag (think someone opening a candy wrapper during a quiet scene in a movie theater). I can also get her to move when I shake her shoulder, etc. Shes also yawning a lot more the last couple of days, ha. I just want that hand squeeze when I ask for it. I think Ill scream. I know Ill break down like a little baby, and thats okay — I just want another hand squeeze again. Deep down, the human part of me *needs* that acknowledgement, that confirmation. Just another little boost for the old guy. I pray, selfishly, for that squeeze — not because I lack Faith or hope, just because I long for it so. I am so proud of her. Who she is. Who she has become. How she never stops blossoming. Her quiet determination. Her thoughtfulness and kindness. Her Faith. Her love. My best times in life happen with or because of my best gal, Karen, and Im ready for us to ride off on more adventures together.
Posted on: Sun, 14 Sep 2014 12:24:25 +0000
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