Wait, whaaaa? Stroke or DEATH?! You're telling me, Monotone Speaker, that this prescription medication for anxiety/asthma/blood pressure/arthritis (fill in the blank with any common reason for drug intervention) can cause me to die? The effect might be that my joints no longer ache and I can be like the people in the commercial--happily enjoying the beautiful scenery--but a side effect is death, so... I really won't be enjoying anything at that point.
These commercials always make me laugh, but in all seriousness the moral of the story is that the benefit of anything has to outweigh its cost. Conversely, the cost of remaining static has to outweigh the forward movement option. And the cost, or side effect, comes in all forms.
These commercials always make me laugh, but in all seriousness the moral of the story is that the benefit of anything has to outweigh its cost. Conversely, the cost of remaining static has to outweigh the forward movement option. And the cost, or side effect, comes in all forms.
Our side effects have been picking up speed over the last few weeks. The more noticeable side effects have been Willa's new habit of chewing her nails and tendency to wake up upset at night, both increasing in intensity and frequency. There's the side effect of cringing at any in-coming call or waiting voicemail on my phone from 503-241... or 503-944... knowing quite well that it is someone at Shriners. The side effects of both avoiding social plans in lieu of staying home with our family and hesitating to make any plans farther out than a week out have become more manageable and given. Some side effects are so predictable, like tearing up every night after putting Willa to bed and every Sunday after communion, praying on our knees to God that He be with our little girl.
The holiday season has been a welcome distraction from reality. And yet, it has also magnified a more previously benign side effect in that nearly all communication either starts with, ends with, or completely revolves around our new normal. When your family's every being is going to be stripped to its core, so focused on making light of an extremely difficult situation faced by a child--who you love more than you ever thought possible--this side effect has proved to be the most difficult in the final daily countdown.
This will be the last post prior to Willa's halo surgery Monday morning. We will be spending this weekend as a family, enjoying each other together as normally and unregretably as humanely possible.
In hopes of keeping all our wonderfully supportive friends and family as up-to-date as possible, we will post at least daily updates via CaringBridge at http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/willasallee. I'll also continue to blog, as much as I can.
Thank you in advance (and retrospectively) for your support, prayers, kind words, silent hugs, and understanding. Here we go...
Thank you for keeping us updated Emily. Sending MUCH love your way!! Auntie Rufie
ReplyDeleteEmily and Matt, I BELIEVE in the power of family, love, prayer and Jehovah Rapha, our healer, who is always with us and always FOR us! You and Little Willa have all this power surrounding you and will carry you through the next few weeks. So proud of your strength! Aunt Judy
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ReplyDeleteAll our love and prayers, sweet Sallees :) lean on all of us for whatever you need. You can do everything through Christ, who gives you strength. Philippians 4:13
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