Renee and I are at home, while Danny the Champion of the World took care of ministering to Gabrielle. So far, he reports she is in good spirits this morning, but doesn't think she will be up for visitors today. So all you kind people viewing from places far and wide (some as far as Europe) don't need to hop on the Concorde just yet.
No medical updates, but a couple of quick stories.
The first has to do with that little uterus pin I alluded to yesterday. I guess you find it at http://iheartguts.com/ No, this isn't a commercial and I don't get royalties. The kids pointed out that I caught Dr. M. by surprise when I told her that (embarrasingly this is an exact quote from me, not one of my finer interactions with a doctor), "I love your assistant's uterus." Kids were quick to point out that I meant her uterus pin, her uterus pin! Good thing she wasn't a breast surgeon.
On another note, I don't know if this is a true story or even if I have the person right, but if it isn't, it ought to be:
The great missionary to China, Hudson Taylor once walked in to a classroom of future missionaries with a glass of water in his hand. He put it down on the desk and then slammed his fist hard on the table, causing the contents to spill all over the place. He then said to the students, "Your life is like this glass of water. When it is shaken, what is inside comes out." I know I am not saying it exactly right, but you get the point.
All that to say that Gabrielle's life has been shaken this week like never before. Through it all, what has been shaken has come out: kindness, joy, patience, strength. I have never been more proud of her than I have this week. Not once has an angry word crossed her lips. She doesn't complain (other than about the sandpaper that passes for Kleenex at the hospital) and has been what I consider to be a model patient. Yesterday's anesthesiologist came out and told me that it was "an honor to be working with such a patient". You don't hear doctors say that every day. Gabrielle is cheerful and upbeat to the nurses, wanting to make sure she pronounces their names correctly, asks them where they went to school, if they are married (OK, so she is trolling for mates for my kids, I know) and is a delight to be around. I suspect that the asking about schooling part is because she is hoping to find an SPU grad so she can put her fundraising skills to good use.
We'll leave soon for the hospital. Today is a rest day, as are many yet to come. Thanks to all who are taking an interest in this kind person. She is amazed at all the "hits" far and wide on this blog.