Rolling on the Liver.: Mom Speirs goes to the salon

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Mom Speirs goes to the salon

When we drove out of the driveway on the way to the salon -- Mom Speirs, Amanda, and I -- we realized that it was the first time Bob had been left alone since last November. That is, unless you count Donald Rumsfeld who is running around the building with his friends as company.

Lot's of firsts. Like this too, the first time Mom Speirs went to the salon since coming to Minnesota last November.

The hair designer, Elaine, is a keeper. Anyway, just thought her hair turned out very nice and that these pictures were cute.

With love, T

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WELCOME.

This e-community decided to start when Bob's liver decided to stop, in the fall of 2006. Instead of moving out of seminary housing and on to a call to parish ministry, our lives quit as the wild bile poisoned Bob from head to toe. All we could do is watch and wait to see if he would need a liver transplant or if his own would regenerate itself; praying that he wouldn't die in the meantime as he shut down to a virtual comotose state.

In the end, there was no transplant but a lot of transformation. Old liver, new lives. Our whole family made it through a dark time thanks to the community that provided us a lifeline of love. Literally at Luther Seminary, from where Bob had just graduated; from my colleagues at Lutheran World Relief; from family, friends and strangers; and electronically via the care pages we started when Bob was at the transplant unit in the Mayo Clinic.

Anyway, this is like after the liver heals, days of our livers, the liver runs through us, the liver of life, or something about going on newly aware of how Bob's liver lives among us. He says definitely not old man liver, but maybe Liverace. So, from the bottom of Bob's organic bile binder, I thank you for coming to this site.