Rolling on the Liver.: Time to go home

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Time to go home

Last night Amanda called out for her mama. I thought I heard her, anyway. Woke me up. It must be time to go home. It's my last night in Baltimore. Her last night at camp WAPO. I'm so tired. But things are so great here. And I just realized that I can introduce you to some of my colleagues with this new LWR teaser. The complete video will be done by the end of the year. What you don't see are the amazing colleagues who also happen to be video producers.

Enjoy! Goodnight! 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.