Rolling on the Liver.: A Scooter Tour of Downtown Rochester

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

A Scooter Tour of Downtown Rochester

After spending 8 hours on Unit 5F in the Mary Brigh building,

it was time to get the kids outside.

Psalm 121

St. Mary's Hospital, Rochester, Minnesota.

Scooter Tour Point of Departure.

I'm so glad you can't see that my daughter insists on wearing pajama pants.

Downtown Rochester -- Spetacular Sculpture

Spectacular Sculpture

Spectacular Sculpture.

Ragamuffins.

Most important stop.

What used to be the Chateau Movie Theater

Wish it was still a movie theater

Imagine watching movies in the courtyard of a French Castle with stars on the ceiling.

What was the arc that framed the big screen.

Mayo Main Entrance. Can you see the Chihuly's, the blown glass art through the windows? Don't worry, Bob never noticed them either when we came for liver stuff. I always did. Stunning.

Where we almost lived.

Where I want to live.

Scooters and children make for better recovery.

Thanks for coming over, friends. I really appreciate it. If you can, we'd love to have you over to Bob's care page too:

http://www.carepage.com/

page name: CoachSpeirs

patient name: Rob Speirs

Peace and joy! T

2 comments:

Anonymous said...: You will just have to go to the "NEW" Chateau Theaters...all the fun from the old, plus stadium seating..and cup holders...; June 28, 2007 at 9:26 AM
~moe~ said...: ah, pajama pants. I remember those days. no worries...she'll grow out of it. :); June 28, 2007 at 8:11 PM

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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.