Just a few days away from the computer, and the world, known through my internet connection, keeps moving on. I have much to catch up on over there on the sidebar, but at least one big event I have finally caught wind of. Havalah
, one of my liver kid links, received a liver this week, but has already suffered a post-transplant complication, which may cause her to need an immediate retransplant. This complication, hepatic artery thrombosis, is the same one that Annika suffered after her first transplant. My thoughts are with her and her family, and I know prayers would be appreciated, too. You might also leave an encouraging message at her guestbook. It's always nice to know that even strangers are pulling for your child to make it through a rough time.
I've been inflating helium balloons like a madwoman for our organ donor awareness event at the county fair. We went through nearly 1,000 of them on the first day, and most of the fair-goers were sporting the neon-green organ donor awareness reminderbands we were giving away. It's been a lot of work, but I'm hoping for a lot of payoff, as well. If we could increase to 100% the number of people willing to donate their organs at the time of death, so many lives could be saved.
Jörg is in Edinburgh in Scotland giving a paper right now. I'm a tad jealous that this is the second time in our marriage that he's gone off to my favorite European city without me. Oh, well. He missed Annika's face during this episode:
My mom and dad are here to help out with the girls while I run the booth at the fair, but I have been taking the girls around when I have a chance. Yesterday, Annika and I spent two hours wandering around the animals. This year they have baby chicks on display, although you are not allowed to pet them. However, it turns out that the woman in charge of the chicks display works at the university and so knows Anni, and so she got one of the chicks out for Annika to touch. This was, by far, the high point of the day for her.
When she got home, she was eager to tell all her adventures to her grandma. Now, my mom was raised on a farm, and she realized that here was her opportunity to tell tales from her childhood to an eagerly receptive audience. Since Annika was excited about the chicks, she began there:
"When I was a little girl, we would go once a year and buy ourselves 100 or even 200 chickens. We had a little house for them, and we took care of them."
"That's a lot of chickens. Grandma, why did you buy so many
"Well, we collected their eggs and sold them. And we also ate quite a few of the chickens."
At the word, "ate", Annika's hands flew to her mouth and she sucked in her breath so hard there was a little whistling sound. Her eyes got rounder and huger than I have ever seen them before. Which was when we all realized that Annika had somehow not connected the word "chicken" to describe her nuggets, and "chicken" to describe the animals she adores. We'll see if a new era of vegetarianism ensues.