Lifesavers for Latasha

As the roller coaster flies up and down, twisting and turning, getting faster and slower, I learn, adapt, and adjust. But I’m not letting it for one second tricking me into thinking I know what’s next because I have no clue.

It’s a cruel, old, rickety wooden roller coaster. The kind that jars your bones but feels good coming down the straightaway off the deep cliff while you raise your arms. Whoops, put your damn arms back in the car; there might be an obstacle ahead.

Enough of the analogy, but my point is that things change rapidly for the better and worse. Sometimes, it’s all at the same time.

To update you, Latasha had a pretty good day today. The NG tube was removed, and she sat in the chair for 7 hours. The occupational therapist braided her hair, and she did breathing therapy. She stood twice and wait for it…

She got to have two pieces of an orange popsicle! It was not a bad day compared to yesterday.

But she also had to have two chest drainage tubes out back on suction because they found blood pooling in her chest and abdomen. That’s okay; we’ll take the bad with the good.

So, all in all, it was a pretty darn good day. I’m sure we will have more bad days and more good days. Trying to keep the end goal in mind, it doesn’t matter just as long as the good outweighs the bad, and we walk out of Cleveland in three months better for it—stronger for it.

Until next time, my fellow warriors.