Too Emotional

Those are the words coming to mind in reflection of our day; therefore, I’ll try to forget about all of the cries of pain and terror which came from Christi today and just post a bunch of pics before Shayla and I head back to the Ronald House. This way I won’t have to go into detail. It’s the details which cause my great heartbreak. It was a really rough day to put it gently.

Despite many of my tears today which were shed along with the continued pain Christi is experiencing and with the “torture” of the radiation treatments (“I’m so scared mom; I can’t help it. I know I have to do it, but I’m so scared.” and in a sick way humor: "Mom, this metal face mask is so tight it's smashing my nose down like a horse's nose. I'm goin to look like a horse." ) She ended up having her head in that mask being bolted back to that table in a room alone for thirty straight minutes. We sat outside the room listening to many cries of sheer terror. Ugh!


I also shed some tears of happiness and gratitude....

*Imagine my surprise to see two of the awesome staff members from the UPenn Animal Hopsital maneuvering the tunnels from CHOP to HUP with Christi’s nurse to bring some cheer to Christi, even though she wasn’t up to any cheer. (The last pain free afternoon was the one she spent with them prior to this rapid decline. How grateful we are of their kind hospitability showered upon our little “animal lover”.)

*Imagine my surprise to have one of the incredible day hospital nurses that has taken such good care of Christi for over three years come over to hug me and tell me how sorry she was and to whisk me away (to the closed playroom) for massage on her chair since she’s also a massotherapist.

*Imagine my surprise to see Liz Scott walk in carrying the most beautiful vase of flowers which really brightening our room.

God has certainly sent us Angels on earth to help us through a difficult storm which showered down upon us today. Thank you!