We had snow, and snow days, and bit of ice at the end.
There was sledding, and more sledding, and snow balls
and tears, and even a few bruises. Little e played
and played, and Sweet G was right there with her.
It was such a good long weekend.
Sweet G has never had the energy and the endurance
she displayed during our snowy goodness. It has
always been Little e who asked first to go out, and
was the last to come in. This time, G led the way.
We are six months from G's diagnosis and hospitalization.
It's been six months of hard, long, exhausting work,
but there has been so much progress. We still get
regular reminders of what needs doing, but there is
more time spent enjoying where we are.
We've gone from hospitalization, to inpatient, to
outpatient. Once in outpatient, we've progressed from
15 doctor's visits a month, to 10, to 8, to our current
run of 7 appointments a month.
With each hurdle we've cleared, there have been
setbacks. We've wobbled like weebles ("Weebles wobble,
but they don't fall down".), and there are days when
the only thing to focus on is how far we've come.
But, this snow storm? It was a gift.
It was a bright demonstration of where six months
can bring you.