Happy Mother's Day

Sometimes there are more appreciated things in life than flowers, chocolates, and promises that are never intended to be kept. Things like tucking a tired bug into her own bed, in her own pajamas, and knowing no one will be coming in to check vitals in an hour and a half.

William Black (Talitha's dad www.talithablack.blogspot.com) invited us to church services this morning. Primary Children's has a branch that meets for a half-hour every Sunday. It consisted of a handful of kids hooked up to IVs and about 40 parents from different wings of the hospital. There were 9 people wearing ties and black pants - the branch presidency and the bretheren preparing and passing the sacrament. The rest of us followed the "Come as you are" instructions pretty literally. It was nice to feel the spirit, especially during the prayers and testimonies that reiterated over and over "Thy will be done." That's one thing we've learned over the past few years. Pray like everything depends on the Lord, work like it all depends on you, and He will make up for the discrepencies that are bound to show up.

We got the ok to be discharged this afternoon after Dr. Kestle came back in to do a final check on Sada and let us know the next MRI will be scheduled 3 months out. He reviewed where the tumors were (three growing from the brainstem and one up high) and promised to send a copy of the pathology report when it gets back.

Right before we left, Dr. Daddy tracked down a non-wheely chair (harder than it sounds in a hospital) and put up Sada's ceiling tile in the Neurotrauma Unit hallway outside the hydrotherapy room where lots of kids will get to enjoy it. Room service would send up little bendy aliens at breakfast each day, and if Sada asked nicely, they'd send one up with each meal she ordered. In honor of the gaggle of aliens she came home with, she decided to make one that could hang out at the hospital forever. It turned out kind of adorable!