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Monday, February 13, 2012

Mountain Climbing

Transplant = Mountain Climbing.  Lots of preparation, lots of work, lots of uphills and then only a few minutes at the top to rest. 

Let us not discount those few minutes.  Moments to celebrate, thank all the gods in the endless universe, say a few prayer, make a few calls, have some champagne cup cakes, a celebration dinner with grits, greens and fried chicken (she is southern now you know), two really great nights sleep but then you must come off the mountain.

The way down is steep and dangerous.  It is full of viruses and bacteria and fevers of unknown origin.  It is full of weird coughs, red skin, unexplained blotches, platelets, red cells, anti nausea medication, weird stomach pains, unexplained pains in places we don't want to even think about, swollen things, angry livers and kidneys.  In other words, it is fraught with dangers.

Once at the top of the mountain, there is no way to go but down. 

After some much needed and much appreciated rest, we are headed back to home camp.  We don't know how long to get there but know it will be more than inviting.

Mary-E is working on having her room re-done, new paint, new chair, new book cases, a place for her computer.  A place to grow stronger and healthy and gently return to the world she used to know.

Cranes will continue to be strung in anticipation of the day we hit base camp.