Sunday, July 30, 2006
Another weekend in the hospital. I have to say this because lately our time seems to have no meaning. This is my way of keeping track and focused. It is very easy to get disoriented and I'm not even the patient. Every day seems to present a new challenge. New pains, different symptoms to deal with. These seem so minor to what Molly had to deal with 12 weeks ago. But, they are still setbacks. Molly is still healing and getting a little stronger each day. Her spirits, for the most part are good, but she has her moments and those are the times that I want to trade places with her and take away her pain. We are so thankful that she didn't have a head injury, but the medication is causing it's own set of problems.
We are starting to work on the house now. We have discovered that we won't have to totally remodel everything, but there is plenty that we have to do. Does anybody want to help us bust up some concrete and haul it away? I guess I will get to get some aggression out after all. Picture this old lady on her knees with a chisel and hammer chipping away at the driveway because a couple of swings of the sledge hammer just wore her out. LOL.
To Jane, Mark, Chelsey, and Ashley...Hang in there and keep up the good fight. I talk to Molly about you guys every day. She sends her love and prayers for a speedy and complete recovery for all of you. Someday we will have a party for all of you. God Bless.
We are starting to work on the house now. We have discovered that we won't have to totally remodel everything, but there is plenty that we have to do. Does anybody want to help us bust up some concrete and haul it away? I guess I will get to get some aggression out after all. Picture this old lady on her knees with a chisel and hammer chipping away at the driveway because a couple of swings of the sledge hammer just wore her out. LOL.
To Jane, Mark, Chelsey, and Ashley...Hang in there and keep up the good fight. I talk to Molly about you guys every day. She sends her love and prayers for a speedy and complete recovery for all of you. Someday we will have a party for all of you. God Bless.
posted by Molly's Page at 9:12 AM
25 Comments:
Look out world! Here comes a determined Mom with a chisel and hammer! From one old lady to another, good for you!
Thank you for letting us into your life and thoughts. The beauty and the grief, the quiet tears. Your love, and I am including all Molly's family and friends here, is deep and nourishing - it is a blessing and a priviledge to be able to listen in.
There was a time when I was alone and lonely, and some dear strangers allowed me a moment of their time. It was a mother and her two daughters, just being themselves. It was a minor thing for them but was a huge gift to me - pure gold, just to spend some time with them. I am blessed to be able to 'listen in' now via your blog.
That mother-daughter bond that you have with both your daughters is so wonderful.
And to Molly's Dad, thank you for the person that you are. The blog is Mrs B's avenue for encouragement, so hopefully you are finding support and strength yourself. You both deserve all the help you can get.
Bernie, thank you for continuing to share your updates on Molly. It is obvious that countless folks are incredibly touched by your journey. I cannot imagine how difficult this must be for you, your family, and especially Molly.
We all grow from experiences that shape our ability to deal with unfair situations. I confess to having an over-abundance of anger toward folks who would cause such damage and also to those who would be insensitive to the pain of a mother dealing with the aftermath. So your incredible strength is an inspiration.
Best wishes to you,
C
BBK&M,
I'll be bringing Mike to visit on Tuesday late afternoon or evening. Prepare to be pampered--or regret not being there! Maggie, this goes for you, too.
Here's my wish for a great day, Molly. I hope you get out in the sunshine--somebody take her sunglasses to the hosp! Love you all bunches & gobs.
Peggy
Bernie,
When you're pounding at the concrete, drop the "F" bomb and scream at the top of your lungs...sometimes screaming "muther" before the "F" bomb helps too!
Hi Molly,
I am glad to hear things are progressing for you. You don't know me, but I came to know a little about you one day during surgery. I have been keeping up on your progress Thanks to your webpage. After we help in surgery on people, we really don't get to hear how they are doing. Because of this web page though, I am able to see how things are going with you.
I know you have a long road ahead of you, but it's because of people like you that we in the Medical field do what we do. With all of the bad things we see, it's the good cases like your's that keep us doing what we do.
We see you growing stronger and reaching for that next step. The good outcomes like yours help some of us to deal with the bad outcomes we go through. Thank you Molly!!
Your a very brave & strong girl and I know you will make the best of any situation that may come your way. Keep up that strong fighting urge to overcome all of the obsticles. I know you can do it. Look how far you have already come!
Take care Molly, and Thank you for making my job in the Medical field worth doing!
Yes....please thank God every moment you can that Molly does not have a head injury.
Now....and now....and now...and now...
Dear Bloom Family,
I've been reading this blog all summer, and am glad to hear that molly is improving each day. Molly and I were teammates on aquawolves for a while, and she was one of my favorite people to be around there. I just wanted to say hi to all of you and let you know you're in my thoughts daily, and if you need some help busting up concrete, I'd be more than happy to help. Just tell me when and where.
I imagine the anger comes like gusts of fiery wind... And how could it not? Some time ago a friend shared an acronym with me. It's "AFGE" for "Another Effing Growth Experience." You've all had too many of them, but maybe once in awhile you can use the acronym for a bittersweet chuckle. Be careful with that hammer and chisel! With your energy you may put the jackhammers to shame. A stranger is thinking of you and praying for you tonight.
Wow! Sure wish you didn't live so far away...I would organize a work week-end like was done for my family when our son was in a wheelchair and very ill. It was awesome! They built an entire deck and sided our home in 10 hours. Oh how I wish I lived closer. Well anyone out there living close go for it! Make a date , make meals, make calls, Just do it! giving is so much greater than recieving! And Bernie let people give! Now one more thing...weekends in the hosp. are the pits...they are sooolong and you have a skeleton crew and yadah yadah...but soon you will be home and it will get better and better and because now you are extraordinary it will be good! We turned away a lot of help and now I wish we wouldn't have so please let people feel good and help! Honey there is no room for pride in your life right now other than the pride you can feel about how you do what ya gotta do! Love to you all! Stand firm! And thanks for the blog!
Hello Molly and Molly's family.
You story has made it's way to Australia.We are so sorry that this has happened to you and your family.
Hang in there! we aussies send you love,prayers and get well very soon wishes!
sending you koala bear hugs
Kezie and friends
Western Australia.
Just had to share a little quote with you and all the others who read your blog...it soothed me and my ego a bit.Should you find yourself the victim of other peoples bitterness,ignorance,smallness or insecurities...Remember...it could be worse...you could be one of them. Author unknown
The Home Builders Foundation of Metro Denver helps with remodeling in circumstances just like yours. You can find out more about how they can help you at: http://www.hbfdenver.org/
I do hope that you engage professional counseling about filing civil law suits - against limo co (they will file backruptcy), driver (he too will probably get "lost"). the money, if any, does nothing but needs to be attended to before too much time lapses. You need to (have professionals) interview every single person who was anywhere near the accident scene. You need to know if the limo door had been closed by the driver before he got in driver seat - and then opened re-opened after driver got into his seat? Not looking for excuses but you MUST know all the facts now, not when depositions are presented years from now. Memories are fresh now so statements must be taken NOW - what about a light on dash of limo? Many new vehicles have a light that comes on when a door open - was it provided by limo manufacurer? Did driver ignore this? You need to know EXACTLY what happened - minute by minute. Please address this now while everyone can remember - it has to be objective - not emotional.
Dearest Blooms-
Last night, as the immense heat of the day had worn itself down into the gathering darkness of late dusk, my own seven year old daughter and I took a walk out into our neighborhood. We live one block from Children's Hospital. We were tired from an all-day- movies-inside escape from the sun and needed to get out!
The sticky night air was loosening itself from the concrete and the moon was a pure white cresent behind a milky film, shining over the lighted buildings and the silhouttes of our mountains. Her small hand in mine, we walked along in silence just listening to the murmuring conversations of people venturing out to water their lawns, or relieve their dogs, and young teens on skate boards clamoring somewhere down the hot dark pavement. Distant sirens. Water running.
We stepped onto the sidewalk that encircles Children's Hospital because the lawns to the west are cool and the trees are large and reflect the street lamp light in curious ways that calm us. The great humming of the big block hospital was like a giant invisible hive of some unknown winged creature busy working at its probable purpose. Quietly, I imagined the 'creature' in charge of this hive. It was in the shape of a mighty wheel, turning a great axis around which healing, mending, watching and even perhaps singing was being spun out along its spokes and into those fragile precious beings inside its various inner chambers. Some were darkened, some with a soft glowing light. While we walked by looking up along the older yellowed bricks and the newer metallic facades, I focused on Molly within this great humming place settling down and trying to find comfort and surviving yet another boring week-end in the hospital.
"Molly Bloom's here now", I said to A. who has been aware from day one of the accident. (Her older brother, a student at East, and her second grade teacher, is a mother of one of Molly's swim mates and classmates. A. and I went to that first car wash in May. A's class also sung and recorded an inspirational song for Molly which her teacher presented once Molly could have visitors. My son attended Mollypolussa and I sponsored some swimming at the swimathon. I have felt moved to write on this blog on several days that had seemed particularly tough in June). So, we don't know you personally but you're in our life in a very personal way.
A. has been deeply affected by Molly's story. She asks the same question everyone wonders, "Why did this have to happen to Molly?", and "She doesn't deserve this"- She is matter of fact and sad when she also remarks, "That person should have been more careful"- It's the simple logic of a small child working out the unfairness of life. It's not yet loaded with the full understanding of the situation, and yet I wonder after all, when it's all said and done- I mean everything- isn't it precisely those simplest understandings of the most complicated emotional philosophical, spiritual, and political issues the barest truth we all could live by? It's sometimes hard for me to accept simple truths. At times I am so invested in the convolutions and aggressions of my own sense of justice and inequalities everywhere. Prejudices I suppose of the way things I want them to be or think they should be, in relation to how things are. Complicated thinking made more difficult because it -simply- doesn't answer the suffering of our children.
I contemplated as we continued around the building and thought about Molly and the others inside, that the suffering of those inside as well as outside, around the globe was our very own suffering, our very own children suffering. This little girl whose hand I held, my own- could be the one in Molly's shoes.
We can't completely know the awesome pain of your experience; but we can share our understanding, we can cope together.
I try to balance the feeling of voyuerism into your life with the search for meaning to it all in mine.
We are stangers on the sidewalk walking underneath your window thinking of you, your endurance, trying to breath the simple truth of the moment. I'm thankful you'll probably never have to bear any of my personal sorrows—yet conversely grateful that you've shared yours.
We turned north away from Children's, back up ogden street and I looked up at the moon. The milky clouds that had been hiding it when we first ventured out were now completely vanished and the sky was a dark blue crytalline vault. I said to A. I thought it was because she was out here - she had chased away the clouds! Things seemed clearer to me, suddenly we too were inside something big. She turned her small tired face up toward my shadowed one and smiled with reassurance and deep love. I thought again of Molly, and her family and I hoped they too were looking at our moon. Dear Blooms, across this humming hive that is our earth, whether inside or out, Lebonese or Latino, two legs or four, compassionate or ignorant we are all in this together. Simple sometimes.
May the love you show to and grow in each of us continue to spread its healing net over and through you.
Sincerely, A. & her mom
Bernie-You have got to nominate yourself(or someone with inside knowledge to your family) for this
http://abc.go.com/primetime/xtremehome/casting.html
You need and deserve this!!!!!!
Bernie-My prior post refers to the tv show-Extreme Home Makeover!!
Mrs. Bloom,
Could you perhaps provide a list of items you or Molly could use?
Have wanted to drop off something to Children's that Molly might enjoy in the hospital but don't know you/her, so don't know what type of gift would be most helpful or appreciated. I'm fond of crafts but maybe she isn't or has tons, in which case a few books might be welcome?
Maybe there is little item you could use at home that would help with the homecoming??-
What about board games, DVDs - music is so personal I'm hesitant but maybe she is open to different kinds of stuff?
Any suggestions would be really helpful.
Thanks.
This is to "A and her Mom" -- I have just come home from day #17 of being with a loved one in the hospital. Thank you for writing so eloquently to the Blooms and therefore, also writing beautiful thoughts to others in the world. Here's to Molly, and everyone else, who is not able to sleep in their own beds tonight. Bless you. And may you be tucked in at home soon.
Just checking in to see how yesterday went...hope no set backs.Will check later...Love and prayers from the Allegheny Mountains.I have been sharing your story and asking for prayer for all of you!
Good morning Bernie & Molly!
I haven't read the blog for a few days and was very upset to see some of the comments from last week, ie: 9:51- AKA IDIOT! Bernie, you have the spirit of a tiger and the admiration of a nation! Apologize for nothing when sharing your struggle with "us", the people who care and want to be there for you any way we can. Please know that the majority of us were touched by your honesty and empathize with your frustration. Just be yourself and get through each day with Molly and your family in the best way you know how! Venting is healthy! Stay strong! Our prayers are with you!
Jill Lorentz & Family
RE: Extreme Home Makeover
Fellow Readers,
Please know that two of Bernie's sisters came up with this idea within the first month of this tragedy. We even had a very compelling letter written. When we talked to Bob & Bernie, they were unwilling to make any steps in that direction. Reasons: they love their house and they really like all their neighbors. Imagine what that show's activity could do to killing good will in a tightly-knit neighborhood. Please know that they have they have the plans and the work in very capable hands. Thank you to those of you who have thought of this; please know that "extreme" is not really necessary. Although, the help with concret work is still an option for those of you in the area who would be willing to help.
Bernie's sister Peggy
I have been reading each day and I just want to say that Molly has the greatest family and friends. I know it isn't easy for anyone and you all have gone through so much but just hang in there and leave it up to God.
My husband and I would like to offer assistance with any rennovations needed. Please let me know if you could use more hands. Please contact me at napier_julie@yahoo.com and let me know either way. Your family is in our prayers.
Dear Peggy, Thanks so much for being there! Of course where else would you be...my sisters and brothers were some of my greatest strength and they took care of a lot for me and so did some very dear friends! A huge work bee was a great idea for us.Loving hands and hearts are the best. It was really hard on all of them to see us so sad and unknowing...Wish I was there to hug you all and hold you! I don't pass on those oneliners cause they were not theraputic for me at the time.I just pass on the true simple fact and that is "BELIEVE!" This will never be a simple walk in the garden but I can promise that there is beauty in all of you and it will shine forever! I check a couple times a day to see what is up but nothing since Sun. Sure hope it is because everyone is so busy going forward...Love to you all!
I saw this on a blog today and thought of Molly, so I'm sharing it with you. I hope you take it in the spirit it's meant - encouragement:
"Don't let what you can't do interfere with what you can do." John Wooden, former UCLA Basketball Coach
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