On this Thanksgiving Eve, I have many more things to worry about than posting to a blog but I feel compelled to write something down. My family is experiencing our first major health crisis ever. For the last 60 hours, we have been on the phone almost constantly sharing information and coordinating plans. We have cried, freaked out, breathed sighs of relief and then started the process all over again.
As we do all of this, the offers of help and advice have come in nearly as fast and furious as all the rest of information. Neighbors have offered to take my children for a few hours or bring over food even while preparing for their holiday get-togethers. Coworkers have offered to teach classes for me, give exams or do anything else I might need at the end of the semester when they have their own deadlines to meet. The teaching assistants working with me this semester are stepping up and taking on responsibilities they did not anticipate having at all. Family members are making plans to travel all over the country so they can offer assistance of any kind we think we need.
Some people have helped us figure out what the information we are getting from doctors and nurses means from both a professional perspective and a personal one. Those who have dealt with this before are advising us on the questions we need to ask and to whom we need to ask them.
This has been a very, very difficult period and it is far from over. Even so, I am deeply grateful, thankful, appreciative, of the remarkable kindness we have experienced as well.
Thank you, friends and family, for being available, being flexible and supportive and being thoughtful enough to offer kindness when we need it!