8 years ago
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Free at last!
Today I went through the big bin of Shannon's medications and cried as I did. Mostly because of the huge load she carried just to stay alive. Myriads of pills for this, that, and the other. Different doses of the same kinds of pills. It's amazing that she was able to keep up with it all. She knew what she had, what she needed, who to call for which drug and when to call. Just amazing. And then all of her diabetic stuff as well. What a valiant fight she fought to keep going from day to day. I am thankful she's done with all that. No more pills, no more IV's, no more lab work, no more hospital stays, no more changing her record EVERY time she registered at the hospital. Two and a half years she was married, and they NEVER got it right - no, not once! No more PFT's, no more photopheresis, no more ordering meds, no more changing her insulin pump needle. No more, no more, no more. She must feel so free and unburdened. I miss her so much and my great comfort is knowing she's gone on ahead. How I love my Lovebug girl!
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And I couldn't help but cry reading this, I miss her too, but not a day goes by that I don't think about how free she must feel. thanks for sharing this story, its is through things like this I read that give me strength...... Tiffany Manu
At the funeral, Doug shared Shannon’s post transplant phone calls asking, “Dad, guess where I am now?” I loved that. She was so liberated and able to do what she never could before. Surely, there would be elation in her voice if we could here it today utter, “Guess where I am now?”
Here we walk by faith yet even as I say that, there is a testimony burning inside that knows all promises are sure. “Guess where I am now” might bring a tear, but you cannot help saying it aloud without a smile. I agree Rinez, Free, that is the word for her alright.
Susan
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