Over the past few months, life has handed me several unexpected twists and turns and I’ve been busy navigating my reality. (See. The truth about why blogging has been light is far less complex than those vodka-pickled theories of my friends.)
February and March were spent tending the extremely-ill Ms. Diva as she endured two surgeries, three chest drainage tubes, a GI tube, a few weeks of intravenous antibiotics, and enough Demerol and Morphine to make ten grown men slobber on themselves.
She was diagnosed with the flu on a Monday. By the following Wednesday, she was admitted through the Holston Valley ER to the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit with strep pneumonia, empyema and a long list of other complications. She was placed in isolation for nearly three weeks.
I haven’t arrived at a point where I can discuss my daughter’s near-death experience without feeling compelled to weep, testify (which would also require me to sing a bit of righteous black gospel music and trust me, we don’t wanna go there) or compose a sonnet containing words like hope, innocence, strength, blessings and miracles. This would not only blow my reputation as a smartass – a month or so from now, I’d almost-certainly gaze back upon my brief stint as a soulful singing sonneteer and be mortified.
So, let’s skip to the conclusion:
Diva recovered and will be sharing her story on WJHL (Channel 11) during the Children’s Miracle Network Telethon. She’ll be on at 8pm tonight. Now, cross your fingers the live portion goes smoother than the pre-recorded interview during which she answered each question Phillip Murrell asked with the same three words: “Yeah, purty much.”
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