My mother came to spend the day with me.  One of my very best friends, Stephanie (I love you) came to visit for a while, too.  We spent the time we had together on the bed, where I’ve been since June 27th.  Broken Pelvis, bone infections, picc lines, home health nurse, fusions, stitches & lots of pain.  By the time I leave my bed it should be Sept. 18th or so. Then I have to learn to walk again.

My surgeon, Dr. J. Evans @ Vanderbilt Hospital in Nashville, Tenn.  has given me a  2nd chance at life, a real one I mean, before the surgery…Pain lived with me.  Dreadful creature, Pain.

Around three O’clock today, my son came home from school.  Shortly after he arrived, the door bell rang & he answered it.  My mother & I heard him laughing down the hall & he enters the bedroom  with a vase full of flowers almost as big as he is.  I asked for the letter, to see who had sent them.

I read the letter out loud to myself & my mother.  I cried & cried, tears & said a thousand times, through them, “OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD” in total disbelief.  It is an amazing honor to receive something like this & well….be alive to hear it.

A treasure & I wanted to share it with whomever cares to read it.

I know now that I have the power to do this to someone I care about someday.  The power to make everything really WONDERFUL for someone for a while.