Wednesday, April 5, 2006


There are a lot of things going through my mind right now about the hospital, about our experiences with Nova, but with the people there too. I'm too tired to really explain it all right now, but I did want to say that, as difficult as this has been, it has, in some ways, sort of restored my faith in mankind.

Trials such as ours, and those of others in the hospital, serve as a sort of glue that bonds people together - people you'd never expect to see sharing time - like the middle-aged woman and the 14 yr old boy in the corner, knitting together, or the homosexual man and the new mother discussing four-wheelers and horses, or the daughter whose father is dying, and the mother whose son isn't, sharing a cup of coffee...

Pretty amazing sometimes.



  1. Ah, yes. There is still so much hope. I see it everyday and am renewed by it as you are. *hug* glad you see it hon. It's everywhere and it's beautiful :-)

  2. Difficult times do have a way of drawing us together. We forget petty things and focus on what's really important. I continue to pull for you and your baby! Much love.

  3. Erin, for some reason this brought tears to my eyes. Maybe it's because I'm so far detached from "humanity" lately and this was just a beautiful reminder that kindness and kindredness still exists. It's a shame that it takes tragedy and suffering as a common thread to bring it out, though.

    Is your little knitter still trying, or has he given up without the middle-aged ladies guidance? They say that 10 minutes of knitting is equivalent to meditation- calming and focusing. Maybe all kids should be forced to knit! :) If he's still into it, I can direct you to a million online patterns he could try. Some of them are fairly manly, too.

  4. Ang~
    he is still knitting. He made one scarf, and is starting on another - it's all he knows how to do right now, but he's all about it.
    There are actually 2 ladies he knits with, Suzette and Janet. Janet told him she knits because it calms her. Last night after we got home he was sitting on the kitchen floor (of all places) knitting - I asked him something, he answered, and went back to knitting, but not after informing me that, "Now you interrupted my Zen state..."

    That's exactly it. No one cares about hair styles or clothes, or religious differences or political opinions. We're all there for the same reason, and we all have begun to be sort of a family.

    There's always hope, if you're brave enough to grab a handful of it. This last 6 weeks has really taught me that.

    Love you guys.

  5. :-) these last 6 weeks have all taught us something, I think. We are a resilient bunch, aren't we? lol