I’ve gotten word that the The High Meadow Yard sale was a resounding success. I wish I could’ve been there.
Jim said even though it rained and everyone got drenched, there was a huge turnout and many volunteers made it a success. If anyone got any pictures – send them to me and I’ll post them. I am so touched by everyone’s generosity. I feel like I’ve told this story before, but I need to retell it to kind of underline how much all of your help means to us.
When Jim and I first learned about Ana’s tumor, we were in the Kingston Hospital E.R. Ana had been there for about five hours, and we were waiting to get the results of her CT scan. We knew her liver was enlarged, but we didn’t really understand what that meant, and I still believed whatever it was would be an acute, short-term problem that could be fixed quickly with medicine or outpatient surgery. Something digestible. Something finite.
When the E.R. doctor pulled us out of Ana’s room and into an empty patient’s room (one that hadn’t been cleaned up), I knew it was bad. Then there was this moment of utter disbelief when he told us about the tumor, and that it was most certainly malignant, and that we needed to get her to either Albany or Westchester immediately. In that moment it was just Jim and I, both crying, both feeling utterly overwhelmed and completely alone. It was the moment before Ana even knew what was happening, and we felt everything safe about our lives yanked firmly and irrevocably out from under us. I remember thinking, “This is going to ruin us.”
There have been many dark moments since that awful day, but I can honestly say that except for that moment – and the harrowing hours which followed (the endless ambulance ride to Westchester, the first sleepless night which required Ana get a blood transfusion, the placement of her I.V…) I have not felt like we are alone. There is an ever-growing community of people that have crowded in to hold us up.
Friends, family, neighbors, parents, teachers, administration and staff at High Meadow School, strangers from across the world, clients (past and present) and just about everyone in between have given so much. To all who have given money, time, cooking skills, cleaning skills, words of encouragement and love, care packages and so much more. I just want to say thank you.
I wish I could have been at the High Meadow Yard Sale today to say thank you in person. I’ve told Jim that I don’t know how we can ever repay all of this generosity and love. He’s told me that there’s nothing we can do but change from this – become better people, give more, and pay it forward. This is not the last thank you I’m going to post, but I just…I can’t…I don’t…know how to word this thank you. I keep seeing myself and Jim standing in that unkempt E.R. room – alone and terrified and I keep seeing all of you rushing in from all sides with your arms outstretched, ready to catch us before we fall. This is why I can stay strong when it gets really, really hard.