The Letter
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I’m at that sweet spot in the pain med where my mind is clear but the pain hasn’t come back yet. I’ll take advantage of it to make a brief update. Yesterday I hurt. There was one thought in my mind, and that was the countdown until I could go home. I had one last…
sigh. Just when I get a good head of cynicism and contempt going, somebody has to come along and kick my legs out from under me. Case in point: The Minion. I believe that in a very recent entry (like maybe my last one) I had my nose out of joint because the Mouth and…
Nope, not the heart or the liver one. This is the real thing this time. Had a cardiologist appointment first thing this morning at Big City Hospital, and got my second birthday presents of the day: an increased dose of Lasix and a statin. My first birthday present? I woke up with ringworm on both…
is still most assuredly a kitten. This was taken two weekends ago, when the Professor had just brought home his new Cuisinart. The cats were rough-housing in the debris of boxes and packing while he read the manual and tried to fit the parts together. KfH has definitely grown. A lot. But she’s still under…
I’m rather betwixt and between today. I don’t know if it’s the residual aura from yesterday still clinging to me or if I’m still sleep deprived, but I’m walking through the day in a haze. I even called one of my coworkers (whom I know well) by the wrong name. Whatever the reason, my coefficient…
The day starts slowly. The Professor didn’t come to bed until 5:00 a.m.. This means I won’t see him until one at the earliest. The first words out of his mouth will be “I’m hungry“. By the time he gets his act together it will be two. By the time we figure out where he…
this is the kind of letter that is tough to write, but you pull it off. too bad they can’t know more about you.
I think that’s pretty good. I tried to read it from the recipient’s perspective. I think that you waited until this time of year is actually very good. The first holiday season after losing a loved one is very difficult, and this letter might make it easier. The only thing I might even suggest to add is that you are taking exceptional care of their child’s liver, that you don’t drink and are careful about medication that could damage it. They might feel better to know that the doctors are unsure as to why your original liver failed but that you were not engaging in behaviors that could have put you at risk. Oh, and you could add that it is working normally.
The above are just suggestions, and those particulars are not necessary, I suppose, but if it were the Kid, I would feel better to know that whoever got his organs would take good care of them.
~Cali
Beautiful.
That letter made me get teary eyed,,,and that’s rare for me. It is a beautiful letter.
I am thankful that you got that gift.
Jami
Great letter. You have always had a way with words.
Beautiful…
Beautiful…
Beautiful.
What a beautiful letter.
I would not change a thing.
Telling them about your past health would only make them sad and they do not need to know that.
You did an excellent job telling them just what they needed to know….that you are leading a ‘normal, healthy and happy life’ once again, thanks to their ‘decision’.
That will make them ‘happy’ knowing that they did they right thing. Also knowing that part of ‘them’ is living on, in you, is comforting to them, alone.
Again….
What a Beautiful letter.
Love,
Honey
P.S…
You letter also tells them…
What a ‘Beautiful person’ you are.
I think it’s a great letter. I think you did a great job showing how much a difference it has made to your life. I’m glad you were able to find the words.
~QE
That was beautiful. I know they will love and appreciate it.
A beautiful letter! I’m sure the recipients will appreciate it.
Love from Thubten
I think this very difficult letter, reflects such a deep gratitude that no more even needs being said.
Beautiful.
ck
ps..there was a private message yesterday for you I know the notifies werent going through.
I need Kleenex.
I missed the letter.
I think it was a wonderful letter. 🙂