Floating on a Pillow of Love

I am happily too tired to type.  I am exhausted, denizens.  Plum tucker'd out.  Too pooped to pop.

I spent the day at a Thank You party at the hospital.  I spent it walking and hugging and walking and hugging and keeping my distance as much as I could from the media... most of whom I now hug and greet by name .... and hugging and walking some more.

All the guests wanted to see me walk.  Everyone was thrilled.  Totally and completely and marvelously thrilled.

They had seen me filleted and bloodless and wounded and broken.  They had seen me en-tubed and swaddled and crying for my Mommy.  I couldn't roll over or breathe on my own or do anything but be tended.  I am alive because they made it so.

So, I walked.  I walked for each and every one of them, each and every time they asked.

The cameras caught the hugging and crying and smiling and laughing and not one of them caught me walking.  And that was perfect.  Because the afternoon wasn't about me... or Randy... or Mavy.... or only in as much as we were the people under their care.  As Dr. Joseph said on camera tonight, these folks are there for all of us, all of the time.

There are many reasons to love Tucson.  The University Medical Center is just one of them.... and I am here to tell you so.