
Well, with only three more days of Broviac care to go, I cleaned out the basket that housed all of the Broviac supplies . . . gauze pads, silk tape, chlorohexadine swabs, alcohol wipes, heparin syringes, saline syringes, hypafix tape and caps. I just took what I needed to get us through Thursday and I got rid of the rest.
It's weird, I must say. I hope I am not making too big a deal about this . . . but it is, for lack of a better example, the public display of completion; a point from which we move forward. For example, Wendi.
Wendi is our home health nurse. She was here the first time that we brought Erica home after being diagnosed at 4 months old. And for over two years, she has come to our home multiple times a month to draw Erica's blood and examine her symptoms. Wendi was in our living room the first time Erica crawled . . . and she cried, just the same as we did. See, without the broviac, Wendi won't be coming to our home anymore. Quite frankly, I am sad about this, we will miss her so much.
Wendi was there to listen and, at times, set us straight. She knows the emotional roller coaster that we have been on and therefore, she was a nurse to all of us. Wendi has always shared our optimism, she knew that Erica would make it through this journey and even when times were sketchy, she stayed strong and positive . . . without ever sugar coating the facts.
There have been people, many people, throughout this journey that have been our "shepherds", guiding us down the path, at times, in darkness. These nurses and caregivers are amazing, how they do their jobs, year after year, sometimes in celebration and sometimes in loss, I will never know.
Today, we just want to tell Wendi "Thank You" and "We Love You". We are honored to call you our friend and we have been honored to work with you. God knows that we do not know what the future holds but for now, we just get to pause and say Thanks!
All our love and gratitude, Miss Wendi!
Meg, Bob and Erica