my muse

I just want to paint a clear picture of what room 1228 is like for Caleb. Sterile, crisp sheets piled high, meds with funny names usually ending in "in" (colistin, amikasin)pumping through his veins, the cool up and down and all around bed which Caleb is glued to round the clock, a parade of Doctors coming and going day and night, nurses ever so faithfully watching over him, tending to his needs, the never ending poking and prodding, needles in his tummy, needles in his arms, needles in his brain, IV lines twisted up together and tangled like my emotions. Caleb moans and groans, is uncomfortable most hours of the day, is forced to wake just when he has gotten to sleep and is a sunken a shriveled example of his robust and healthy former self. In spite of this he chose to write todays blog on a piece of paper with his nurses looking over him....
" Hello everybody..I am feeling well."
Now - I am a firm believer that we all are unique and special in our own ways, and that when we find our calling in life, we have something very important to add to this world. I am also aware of those few special creatures who walk this earth who are reminders of how it can be. I repeat- how it can be! Caleb is one such creature. Caleb never quits - never! He is always the example of kindness and generosity. He is rarely impatient and is always joyful. He is not knowledgeable in the way that this world would judge him, but he is the smartest person I know... because he has learned that what you give is what you get! It is a tangible measurement and as you are witness, he receives in spades!
I am humbled by my child; this young man who walks among us with Grace and dignity, who treats young and old alike and who finds the fun in every situation...who invites strangers over (usually for dinner at moms) who gives with open heart and opened mind. Who always looks on the bright side of life..
"I am well" Need I say more? mumsie