Jack

I wonder, Jack, if or when you will read this. And I wonder if you will understand how what has happened to you has affected so many of us.

I know you wouldn't have chosen to be sick. You said to me, at one point when you were in the hospital, "I'm sick of being a survivor, I just want to be..." I understand that. I've seen you survive a lot with your heart issues. And, now, I've seen you survive the unsurvivable.

The Unsurvivable.

It's true. Ask any doctor. Any nurse. Any tech or loved one. Ask us. You were gone. And, you survived. Sick of it or not, that's what God has made you. I would imagine that has it's pressures. Do you go on living like before the day you fell ill? Do you make a life change? Just how does a survivor live, anyway? That's up to you, you know. It's personal. And it's celebrated. We're just glad you're here to try and figure it out. And maybe your journey will help others survive with what doctors are learning from your illness.

I still see a miracle when I walk in and see you on the couch. Sometimes, I like to reach out and touch your arm. You aren't touchy-feely, I know. But, over the past several weeks I got used to rubbing your hand or combing your hair. You are one of the lucky people who can say that they were loved with everything some of us had to give.

I hope my blog inspires you and doesn't scare you...it is a very accurate account.

So, without further ado, Your Seven Weeks...