About the moment the party was all over Scott starting shivering, and within the hour he was knocked over by some infection. The last few days (weeks? months?) really wiped him out anyway, a complicated patient with unusual neoplastic tissue only a few weeks post partum, a difficult surgery, and then a long hard phone call which was the culmination of a week's worth of sorting out a conflict. I think his body was just over-the-limit, so when an infection hit, it hit HARD. He's not spent a day in bed like this in ? I can't remember. So he missed the early morning visit to plant a tree with our friends who lost their baby. I sort of invited myself when I heard they were commemorating her birth and death, and they were gracious to let me come. After days and days of rain there was a moment of sun, fresh earth, a simple scripture, tears, memories. As we talked it struck me that I was glad to be there on so many levels. As a fellow mom who lost three babies of about the same size, the lonely mourning of miscarriage now shared. As a doctor, closure to walking through this week with the frightening bleeding and shock and transfusions and ICU. But mostly as a person who misses the intimacy of our small team, someone peripheral to the massive intricate complexity of Kijabe/RVA, in this small moment we were able to delve deeply into a life, and I'm thankful for that.
Birthday and burial, all within the hour. Life is so like that. Sickness and crepes. The clouds part for a few hours of sunshine, and then return. A toddler giggles as mourning parents weep. All true no matter how incongruous.
Prayers for Scott's healing appreciated. I am just emerging from almost two weeks of intestinal issues, still not sure if the disease or the cure caused the most problems, but it wasn't pretty. Hope he doesn't take that long to improve . . . we need him.