Day 60
I believe today is Day 60 since the transplant, though counting is an oddly inexact science, there being two Day 1's and such and Sunday turning to Monday as I write. However and still, I am back in Seattle after a work-week away, and Atlanta proved not to be home with so much of my reasons for being elsewhere.
In my absence, the house had grown to look much like Boo Radley's two doors down-dark, dank and quite neglected. I spent several evenings clearing away dead and unwanted growth and a few hours replacing the dryer and fixing the alarm. It was homework, but it wasn't home because those it was for were elsewhere.
It was rewarding to be back in the office and at work, and I'm grateful for that time and for the genuine kindness they shared. Lawyers are not ever at a loss for words, but more than once I found the lump in my throat in the way of words I couldn't find.
Courtney and I shared lunch one day during the week. She has a big heart for such a small person, and I am glad that she is growing into herself so well. Food to feed hope for many tomorrows come from smaller seedlings than the like.
John did well with Debbie while Iwas gone and they both were the better for it, I think. Debbie, served as cook, cleaner, mother and maid for the time and John learned both to reach a bit and to rely perhaps less. That is not to say, however, that neither found it blissful. When I returned, both were relieved, as was I, but I'm grateful still for their kindness.
On Thursday, John had tests for urinary infections, having developed symptoms. Such things are unpleasant in the stronger sense and, as the weekend progressed, so did the problem. Tonight, the clinic prescribed some medication that ought to help the symptoms and, we hope, also the general unhappiness John is having.
There is not much of what passes for night here near the 49th parallel at this time of the year and what little there is will come and go too soon, so it is time to see if I might find a bit of sleep in search of someone to haunt for a time.
In my absence, the house had grown to look much like Boo Radley's two doors down-dark, dank and quite neglected. I spent several evenings clearing away dead and unwanted growth and a few hours replacing the dryer and fixing the alarm. It was homework, but it wasn't home because those it was for were elsewhere.
It was rewarding to be back in the office and at work, and I'm grateful for that time and for the genuine kindness they shared. Lawyers are not ever at a loss for words, but more than once I found the lump in my throat in the way of words I couldn't find.
Courtney and I shared lunch one day during the week. She has a big heart for such a small person, and I am glad that she is growing into herself so well. Food to feed hope for many tomorrows come from smaller seedlings than the like.
John did well with Debbie while Iwas gone and they both were the better for it, I think. Debbie, served as cook, cleaner, mother and maid for the time and John learned both to reach a bit and to rely perhaps less. That is not to say, however, that neither found it blissful. When I returned, both were relieved, as was I, but I'm grateful still for their kindness.
On Thursday, John had tests for urinary infections, having developed symptoms. Such things are unpleasant in the stronger sense and, as the weekend progressed, so did the problem. Tonight, the clinic prescribed some medication that ought to help the symptoms and, we hope, also the general unhappiness John is having.
There is not much of what passes for night here near the 49th parallel at this time of the year and what little there is will come and go too soon, so it is time to see if I might find a bit of sleep in search of someone to haunt for a time.
