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.
| View Show | Create Your OwnThe best thing to do when your husband has a diva liver deliverance is to bring extra batteries for your camera at the subsequent benefit event. Especially if it is one of the most amazing events of your life. That way you can be sure to get more than 20 minutes worth of photos before the camera dies. Because you really just want to get pictures of all the 280 or so people who showed up. This morning at church Mr. Kolstad, who handled the finances of it all, came up to me with more cards and mentioned the excel spread sheet that he had created. He shook his head and said he's never seen anything like this. I said me niether, and then asked,'You created an excel spread sheet?' The intracacies of the conduction of this event have boggled me. It seemed like an act of engineering brillance to put all this together. Everyone got a number at the front entrance. We saw people on the cell phone calling people upstairs to channel people from the bake sale to the dinner according to their number. Like the FBI was there or something. In fact, the FBI was there because we got a card from an old friend, a former young intern in my office who is now working for the FBI. How did he hear about this? I suppose from his parents, who were also there. And another card from Mrs. Elsie Feistner from Madison, SD, who will get a whole blog dispatch dedicated to her because she was my first introduction to Lutheran World Relief. She and her stashes of school kits, soap, quilts, quilt making materials, and so much more. In short, Bob and I are absolutely stunned. Honestly, we had no idea how big God's grace is. This morning Pastor Sue announced in church how much fruit the benefit yeilded, as in the dollar amount. I'm still processing that and am not quite ready to post it here. It's an insane figure.Anyway, thanks a lot friends. With love, T
How wonderful to see pictures of the benefit party and Mom Speirs' thank you party! I was part of the virtual cloud of partiers. Mmmm. It was wonderful.On Sunday I thought of all of the "fruit-producing fig trees" in the Speirs' community! And, I can't hear that parable without being transported to Uganda where I visited with a woman and her cow. Even I could see the difference in the banana trees that had benefit of a nearby cow. Manure is a wonderful thing.Blessings on your heads! Lovies, SueP.S. Is there a nap in your future, Terri?
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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.
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How wonderful to see pictures of the benefit party and Mom Speirs' thank you party! I was part of the virtual cloud of partiers. Mmmm. It was wonderful.
On Sunday I thought of all of the "fruit-producing fig trees" in the Speirs' community! And, I can't hear that parable without being transported to Uganda where I visited with a woman and her cow. Even I could see the difference in the banana trees that had benefit of a nearby cow. Manure is a wonderful thing.
Blessings on your heads!
Lovies, Sue
P.S. Is there a nap in your future, Terri?
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