Your words in emails and comments have been so lovely for us both to read. You all are very kind and loving, and we’re glad you are there. Thank you.
Matt is home. His face is pale, his skin is full of needle marks from blood being drawn. I joke that he looks like a drug addict, but the truth is I am just glad he is home and alive and on his way to a full recovery.
He was discharged from the hospital on Thursday evening, just in time for us to make it to Thanksgiving dinner with my parents and grandparents. It was a subdued Thanksgiving, to be sure. We were full of thanks.
A year ago my grandfather went into the hospital – it was two days after Thanksgiving. So this year, my Thanksgiving toast was that next Thanksgiving, no one goes to the hospital! We are lucky to be together, we are lucky to be alive, we are lucky to be whole.
My heart goes out to the people of Mumbai. To the people of Iraq. To the people of Somalia. To the people who have lost their jobs or homes recently, and the people who’ve never had jobs nor homes. We have a lot of work to do to make this world whole.
I am gathering my own strength back from the hospital visit – it seems it takes an extraordinary strength to sit by a loved one’s side in the hospital, to help them fight, to make them eat, to help them walk. Yesterday I tripped walking down the sidewalk, and fell to the ground, skinning my knee and hands. My body is sore. (My husband jokes that I just wanted to better empathize with him.)
But as I lay in bed with him, watching a marathon of dvds, eating good food again, nursing us both… I feel I am gathering strength. I’m gathering strength to fight harder, to do more, to make bigger and better and more lasting changes in this world. Because it needs it.