Pat_Elliott
<font color=blue>Kimberly's proud papa!</font><br>
- Joined
- Oct 2, 2001
- Messages
- 1,213
Dear Friends,
I've moved this to the community board. Folks here have been so nice in letting me break protocol. Amy and I are trying to get back on track. Following rules is one of the ways I get mentally on track. Henceforth, I'll be putting my updates here in the CB. That is until the day I march my daughter into the MK. That will appear on the trip reports board, and I promise you it's one not to be missed.
I'm grateful for so much to you folks today I don't know where to begin. I was honored to hear from Pete. And to the Flower Fairy: I can tell by your mode of operation that you like to work anonymously and your gifts to those in emotional need are truly from the heart, not the ego. I must tell you, nothing a friend or family member could have sent today could have enjoyed the impact of your delivery. Know that the gift arrived and was waiting when I brought my wife home: A wonderful and abundant pile of balloons tied to a ceramic teddy bear, and another teddy bear clutching a vase of roses. Coming from an anonymous stranger gave this gift an air of purity and magic. Amy was touched, and it raised her mood several notches.
What we can't figure out is how you knew Amy spends much of her life collecting teddy bears. And not the "collectables" kind. We get them at carnivals, we get them from the two-quarter machines at Walmart. Of course we have several from Disney. We have several Poohs, and were hoping to get more next week
I even have one that she picked up on the side of the road going over the Peace Bridge into Canada. It had apparently been a dog toy and had been tossed out a window in heavy traffic. Losing my place in line to pick up this snarled, spit and dirt covered rug while trying to get to a business appointment in Toronto wasn't my idea of a good time. But my wife ran into traffic, picked it up, and brought it home. She sewed it, cleaned it, replaced its eyes and mouth, and there he sits with the other fellas, looking very happy. We call him "Peace Bear."
Anyway, I don't know how you knew she collected bears. I guess that's part of your magic. I am humbled and thank you.
The update, which I'll try and give periodically as stuff happens. Quite frankly, I hope I don't have to give one for a while. Amy was discharged from the Danville Geisinger facility at noon today. She has a whole host of internal problems and if anything kicks in gear again, she'll be permanently relocated to Danville. But for now, she's home and at least sleeping in her own bed. We're apprehensive, and we can't make these potential problems go away, but we can, with our strength, and with God's help, and yours, keep our heads high, pray nothing further goes awry, and react when it does.
It appears Amy's got a pretty boring stretch ahead laying in bed and trying to not think of the potential problems, while feeling the glorious movements of our little Kimberly Jane. If we can just hang in there ten weeks, our chances are extremely good. And the doctor assures us that while Amy didn't cause this and we can only fight mother nature so much, bed rest and positive thoughts are the best medicine.
I've taken note of all the people gathering pictures and talking about writing notes. I'll take whatever you can give me. Over time, everyone that's written me a PM will get a return. And I'm especially anxious to get some of the women who've been through this in touch with my wife. I have to return to my business tomorrow and let my customers know I didn't skip town, but after that I'm going to catalogue the replies to my original posts and find those of you with opinions, experience, and suggestions on getting through this privia thing. I know privia is, while not "common," an unfortunate fact of life. But this mix of polyps and privia and enraged fibroids? I felt sure we invented this combo. While I wish no one ever had to live through the news we got Saturday, I'm heartened to hear folks with experience and happy endings. I may make you sorry you asked if you can do anything. You may become my wife's guardian angels.
As I say, I'll be getting in touch with a lot of people, I'll be putting updates here (and the less updates, the better). Our next "moment" will be about a week from now when pathology comes back on the polyp. This, of all things, is what made Amy feel the most vulnerable. Clearing this hurdle will be a good start.
I'm pretty tired tonight, I hope I'm not rambling. To understand my current amazement at you people, take the words "thank you," type them a million times, and print it. That should convey my emotions. I'm not going to watch my wife sleep in her own bed. It's an activity I can highly recommend.
Thanks folks, I'll be back in touch.
I've moved this to the community board. Folks here have been so nice in letting me break protocol. Amy and I are trying to get back on track. Following rules is one of the ways I get mentally on track. Henceforth, I'll be putting my updates here in the CB. That is until the day I march my daughter into the MK. That will appear on the trip reports board, and I promise you it's one not to be missed.
I'm grateful for so much to you folks today I don't know where to begin. I was honored to hear from Pete. And to the Flower Fairy: I can tell by your mode of operation that you like to work anonymously and your gifts to those in emotional need are truly from the heart, not the ego. I must tell you, nothing a friend or family member could have sent today could have enjoyed the impact of your delivery. Know that the gift arrived and was waiting when I brought my wife home: A wonderful and abundant pile of balloons tied to a ceramic teddy bear, and another teddy bear clutching a vase of roses. Coming from an anonymous stranger gave this gift an air of purity and magic. Amy was touched, and it raised her mood several notches.
What we can't figure out is how you knew Amy spends much of her life collecting teddy bears. And not the "collectables" kind. We get them at carnivals, we get them from the two-quarter machines at Walmart. Of course we have several from Disney. We have several Poohs, and were hoping to get more next week
I even have one that she picked up on the side of the road going over the Peace Bridge into Canada. It had apparently been a dog toy and had been tossed out a window in heavy traffic. Losing my place in line to pick up this snarled, spit and dirt covered rug while trying to get to a business appointment in Toronto wasn't my idea of a good time. But my wife ran into traffic, picked it up, and brought it home. She sewed it, cleaned it, replaced its eyes and mouth, and there he sits with the other fellas, looking very happy. We call him "Peace Bear."
Anyway, I don't know how you knew she collected bears. I guess that's part of your magic. I am humbled and thank you.
The update, which I'll try and give periodically as stuff happens. Quite frankly, I hope I don't have to give one for a while. Amy was discharged from the Danville Geisinger facility at noon today. She has a whole host of internal problems and if anything kicks in gear again, she'll be permanently relocated to Danville. But for now, she's home and at least sleeping in her own bed. We're apprehensive, and we can't make these potential problems go away, but we can, with our strength, and with God's help, and yours, keep our heads high, pray nothing further goes awry, and react when it does.
It appears Amy's got a pretty boring stretch ahead laying in bed and trying to not think of the potential problems, while feeling the glorious movements of our little Kimberly Jane. If we can just hang in there ten weeks, our chances are extremely good. And the doctor assures us that while Amy didn't cause this and we can only fight mother nature so much, bed rest and positive thoughts are the best medicine.
I've taken note of all the people gathering pictures and talking about writing notes. I'll take whatever you can give me. Over time, everyone that's written me a PM will get a return. And I'm especially anxious to get some of the women who've been through this in touch with my wife. I have to return to my business tomorrow and let my customers know I didn't skip town, but after that I'm going to catalogue the replies to my original posts and find those of you with opinions, experience, and suggestions on getting through this privia thing. I know privia is, while not "common," an unfortunate fact of life. But this mix of polyps and privia and enraged fibroids? I felt sure we invented this combo. While I wish no one ever had to live through the news we got Saturday, I'm heartened to hear folks with experience and happy endings. I may make you sorry you asked if you can do anything. You may become my wife's guardian angels.
As I say, I'll be getting in touch with a lot of people, I'll be putting updates here (and the less updates, the better). Our next "moment" will be about a week from now when pathology comes back on the polyp. This, of all things, is what made Amy feel the most vulnerable. Clearing this hurdle will be a good start.
I'm pretty tired tonight, I hope I'm not rambling. To understand my current amazement at you people, take the words "thank you," type them a million times, and print it. That should convey my emotions. I'm not going to watch my wife sleep in her own bed. It's an activity I can highly recommend.
Thanks folks, I'll be back in touch.
He is our miracle. Kimberly will be your miracle! 
