Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Going back

Mr Nielson and I packed up our smallest suitcase and headed back to the heat. Back to Arizona-for the first time since the accident almost a short year ago. Our mission was to talk to a doctor (Dr. L. aka: the plastics god) about medical junk. It went well, but honestly I was more overwhelmed then I thought I could possibly be.
My letter to L.:

Ms. Rose greeted me to the heat with boxes of fantastic cupcakes from Sprinkles. They were so good and I managed to save a few for myself until I got home and Gigs went to town on them.

My letter to Ms. Rose:

Driving through Mesa was heart-breaking. Seeing old sites; like the market where I spent hours and hours buying goods to make for dinner, or stopping in to buy sparkling lemonade (in the coolest looking bottles) for parties in my back-yard. I saw the target where I spent most of my days letting the kids run around because it was blazing hot to play outside. And then I saw Main street which looked me straight in the eyes as if to coax me home to my house on Lazona.
I didn't have the heart to see the old homestead.
Just way too hard.

My letter to the house:

I visited the Maricopa Medical hospital where I spent a very large chunk of my time right after the accident. It was there I was life-flighted to and saved.
I saw the nurses and talked with doctors who all had a hand in my care. I was totally emotional looking into their eyes with tears of joy!
My letter to them:

Monday night I got home and lay on the couch at the in-laws. I felt lonely. I was super confused and tired.
Best part of the trip was getting together with the Jones' and having the most delicious pizza at LGO.

My letter to them:

It was time to go home to see my children. I was eager to sit them down and explain what the doctor had proposed to us. I wanted their feed-back and see how they reacted. Jane was most emotional and even told me in sobs that "Most 6 year-old's don't have to do this" to which I told her she was right. What do you say to that one? I told her she was a special 6 year-old and everything would be OK. Then she told me her burps tasted like veggie-hot dogs and I think that closed that conversation.

photo taken by bluelily
dress by shabby apple.

My letter to Claire, Jane, Ollie, and Nic:

All and all, things went well. I do have some ruff decisions to make and I strongly believe none can be made without the OK from my Heavenly Father. He is "active in my life" as Mr. Nielson so profoundly reminded me in a very private moment. I know when all is said and done, I have enormous support from family, community (ies) and you.
I love you-

Nie signing off.