Monday our good friend who started this whole journey with us, Nurse LA, visited on her first day back to work after maternity leave. They loved hanging out and ribbing each other just like old times.
After Adam left Sammy told me he is ready for a job since he wants to be able to earn enough money for gems in his games. He then told me he would learn to design games or be a game tester for the companies he loves so that he could get all the gems he wanted. When he tells me he wants a job, he hates that I tell him to write a book about his experience. He thinks it is too hard for someone his age (and doesn't realize he'd have a little help if he asked). No vision right now. I mean, can you say "movie rights?"
And then it happened. The hour had arrived. The bells rang six o'clock across the commons. And all was still for a moment as Sammy...prepared...for his last bath to protect his skin from his chemo last week.
And the crowd went wild!!!
Sammy's favorite visitor in the world arrived shortly after the last bath. His brother David walked through the door carrying some of their mother's Monkey Bread (made with real monkey brains...okay, not). There were moments where I thought that David could never arrive sooner because Sammy asked all afternoon when David would show up. They talked about iPad and games, watched a little SpongeBob and never talked about the transplant at all. Just two brothers hanging out as if it were just another day in their life. They sat close. They talked. They swapped ideas. And nothing else mattered in the world. They shared the monkey bread and enjoyed each other's company. And all was as it should be in the world.
For me it is hard to imagine the difference between yesterday and today. Last week was a living hell, harder to live through and watch than anything else we'd experienced. Yesterday we pulled into the station and today we disembarked. We are all looking around in bewilderment a bit at this new and incredible land. Nurses and doctors are quicker to smile once in a while. The joy is palpable. There is still a long way to go, but we breathe different air today and breathe differently than we did yesterday. And believe me when I say, we don't even know what time or tomorrow will look like. Each day is a new day. We hold our joy in one hand and our trepidation in the other and we try not to allow either hand to fill up too much because we just don't know what each day will bring.
Our gratitude knows no bounds at this point. So many people carried us and sheltered our spirits and bodies to get us here. So many angels crossed through Sam's doors to make him laugh and smile, and assure him how much he is loved and thought of in the outside world. So many angels who couldn't come in body traveled in spirit, sending messages and missives to buffer Sam's hardships and lift his lows. We will always need you, but we all hope that the days of celebration will out number the days of worry.
So thank you. Feel our love and gratitude wrap you all up and await all the pictures of our smiling, gleeful Sam as we wander around this new land, this new life of ours.