Day 4 Open Heart Vacation







Now that Bob's diva liver decided to live, so did we. Come with us as we figure out what's next. Our attempts at parenting the two baby pandas. Bob and his call to the golf course, I mean, to parish ministry. The amazing assortment of family, friends and strangers who daily surprise us. And my ongoing fascination with our planet, transplant, transformation, lives, livers and other vital organ-izations.
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Terri Mork Speirs
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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.
3 comments:
Hi Terri! Bob looks great, and the kids look like they are having a nice time, considering. I hope you are all home soon! Thanks for posting all of the updates and pictures! It means a lot to everyone to be able to keep up with how you are all doing. You are a person I admire very much! I'm saying more prayers for further healing!!! Thinking of you all...
Sharon
ooh Terri, you be careful with that Wii. My arms are still sore after playing Tennis and Baseball the other night. Have fun!
I understand completely about wanting the baby pandas to speak Spanish - doesn't matter who they're speaking to... My son is now in Russia and dealing with his new family with two boys who are too shy to speak English with him (yea for me - he HAS to speak Russian now!).
Bob looks terrific. Tell me again what he's there for? No Way! Must be all the prayers from around the world coming at him. He has no choice but to recuperate at double time. You are all fantastic and we are sooo pleased to be helping you along in our own small way.
Victoria
Bob!
You look fantastic in white nylons! Who would have thunk it??
Natalie
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