I think I've recovered from our unexpected four-day weekend in Philly. Having to buy clothes, and toiletries, and basically leave the comforts of home with two small children was a great recipe for anxious-depression, not to mention (I'm certain of this) fodder for gossip for years. Let's just say I wasn't at my best. Fine, since I also witnessed much fodder for gossip for years. (Ha!) The benefit of course is that it was a crash course in appreciation for my family and home. And damn, am I glad to be home.
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Thanksgiving was lovely despite it all. We have the garlands, bows, and lights up outside. Pretty, pretty.
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Jack's been scheduled for an MRI. The pediatric opthamalogist isn't sure why his vision in his left eye is so poor and wants a better look at things. In the meantime they want us to work up to patching his right eye for six hours a day. The good news is that there's no nerve damage, the weird news is that they think it might be congenital. No history on either side of this, but I hope we get how-to-fix-it news after the MRI. If you have any positive vibes, or prayers you could spare, I would be very grateful.
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Sometimes through all this bad news, I'll suddenly remember the great news that arrived just before it -- that my book has been picked up, and my chapbook has been picked up -- and I'll catch this slow smile spreading across my face at the oddest moments. It feels a bit strange if you really want to know.
4 comments:
The unknown is always scary. And then our minds know how to wander into rdiculous places. My daughter's head circumfrence was off the charts so the doc wanted to do a cat scan just to make sure everything was ok. It took 2 days to hear that sh was fine. What an awful 2 days!
So, she's got a big brain is all!
Prayers, certainly. Every day.
I love you. --Just prayed for you and Jack while on my run. Call me at Glenda's if you want to talk, okay?
Thank you! xoxoxo
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