Sylvia's Journal

This morning I enter a new phase in my recovery process and am sitting here looking out over Lobster Cove.Sita turned what used to be my home office into a lovely sitting/bedroom. Little touches like a “Why am I here” button that I had made for a Kenyan district health leadership program some years ago. Ummuro and Joan will remember. Sita thought it fit I go to sleep under that question. And I did.

I woke up under the gaze of the ancestors, a wall in my room that is covered with family pictures that go back at least a 100 years.. Some people who know about such matters, said there had been some strong (very strong) spirits hovering around us and I wonder if my mom is one of them.

As Tessa wrote, the goodbye to Axel was very difficult for all of us. Unlike the other happy patients who were wheeled home, we left in tears.

We made the transfer back home in goodtime, and thanks to Tessa’s skills and the good graces of the CVS staff in Beverly, I arrived just before the next pain pills were due. It wass wonderful to sleep at home.

I have caught up reading all the caringbridge comments and am undescribably grateful for all your words, deeds, prayers and love. The scabs falling of, the fading of the brilliant bruise colors and the improvements in my (everyone’s) movements are all signs that we are reciving what you are sending us.

I feel so blessed with all the good things that have come our way, especially this last week.Most amazing are the management and leadership skills (sorry, can’t help myself) of our daughters. Sita and Tessa are every parent’s dream come true.

Signing off for now with deep gratitude to all and everything.

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