Jan Get Well!
Could you pass the prayer request to your communties of faith? The power of many voices is a thought that keeps coming to my mind.
Fede
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Jan had a brain hemorhage on February 10,2006. Against all odds, she survived and has gone far on her recovery. Her ordeal has been a source of pain and limitations, but also it has been a source of inspiration and learning for many. This blog is a caregiver's account. We hope one day she will tell her own story with her own words. -FC
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- The gloves are off! And: Moved again.
- Jan is getting well
- A hopeful note on progress
- Visiting
- Right side, left side
- Two weeks
- Information on SAH
- support
- Visits
- A comment on Sue's entry below
- Jan's Progress from Sue
- Jan had an angyogram
- Life in Intensive Care
- Midday Update
- From ICU to Intensive Care
- Change of Address. . . .
- Three pieces of good news!
- Power of many
- Three pieces of good news!
- Saturday morning (Feb. 18)
- From Jan's sister-law Sue
- Louise saw a smile
- Hope in 2 seconds flat
- A sign of progress!
- Thursday morning (Feb 16 7am)
- Wednesday morning update (Feb. 15)
- Jan's second surgery
- Tuesday Evening (Feb. 14)
- Well wishes
- From Fede
- Sunday night (Feb. 12)
- Sunday update
- The beginning - Friday night/Saturday morning.
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If my heart was a river
If my heart was a river,
it would bear no scars,
it would embrace the rocks,
turn, roll and explode
in a joyful laughter
dissipated in white foam.
If my heart was a river,
it would bear no scars
when the curious child
sent that flat-rounded stone
skipping over the surface,
leaving ever growing rings,
soon to be hidden
in the memory of its flow.
If my heart was a river,
it would bear no scars,
when my love dipped her feet
in its waters to cool her day,
or when she raised her voice
to stop its flow,
or when she mixed
her tears with my waves.
But my heart is not a river,
it bears scars
as if it was wearing
the fingerprints of life.
F. Carrillo
Orest, a good friend of mine put music to the poem. You can listen to it here:
http://odeo.com/episodes/2000824-Heart-Like-a-River-September-27-session-mix
it would bear no scars,
it would embrace the rocks,
turn, roll and explode
in a joyful laughter
dissipated in white foam.
If my heart was a river,
it would bear no scars
when the curious child
sent that flat-rounded stone
skipping over the surface,
leaving ever growing rings,
soon to be hidden
in the memory of its flow.
If my heart was a river,
it would bear no scars,
when my love dipped her feet
in its waters to cool her day,
or when she raised her voice
to stop its flow,
or when she mixed
her tears with my waves.
But my heart is not a river,
it bears scars
as if it was wearing
the fingerprints of life.
F. Carrillo
Orest, a good friend of mine put music to the poem. You can listen to it here:
http://odeo.com/episodes/2000824-Heart-Like-a-River-September-27-session-mix
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