Things are much improved here.
Curly, a few weeks after being discharged from the hospital, was strong enough to participate in intensive pain rehab. Stumpy and I ended up calling it pain camp because, well… it was a lot like a day camp, only instead of being about getting better at tennis, or learning to sail, it dealt with the lingering, massive pain issues her time in the hospital left her with. I’ll say this: pain camp is hardcore. Those kids do 5 hours of mixed PT and OT, an hour of which is in the pool (one day Curly did a half mile in the pool... in the first 15 minutes of her hour in the water). But it's also kind of awesome.
Curly isn’t free of pain, but it no longer defines and constricts her days. Her wiggling, joyful ambition is returning – she wants to see
this summer. And maybe hike in the High Sierras. And get better at tennis. And
do sailing. And swim team. And camping, thank you very much. And also more horseback riding. And more knitting, too. So we’ll need (that’s right:
neeeeeeed) to head to , because she wants
more alpaca yarn and she likes the yarn from the alpaca farm there. And, and,
and. San Juan
Island for some camping
I am exhausted, and terrified (we don’t know what went wrong; my regularly scheduled nightmares include a steady rotation of it happening to her again)… and so, so, so happily relieved. My child is alive. The person she was is returning to us. She giggles again.