The last week of my life has been spent waiting: waiting for visiting hours, a good report, a friend to call, or for my sister to wake up. Details of this traumatic experience in my family are irrelevant at this time. I will leave those for my sister to tell during times of testimony. Besides, it seems people can't seem to tell the truth without exaggerating a little and then all of the sudden you have some big long tale that holds little to no truth at all. Well, one thing's for sure...I know why a waiting room is called a waiting room...for those of you who are asking why...because all you do is WAIT! It's a very awful, testing place to be. My sister is alive! She is walking, talking, writing and fed Olivia a bottle last night! All of these things are what the doctors said she wouldn't do.
Meredith seeing Olivia for the first time after a week.
My family WAITING! You would think they would at least paint the walls some interesting color!
Ocean Odyssey Party
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