Spirit Dance Road

This photo was taken from the top of Spirit Dance Rd. in Wyoming. Parker drove to Jackson Hole one summer and worked at a resort on the top of this butte. This was the view he saw every day. The Tetons are in the distance, and in the valley is a ranch I covet like no other.

This is going to be a rough week and I think it's important Parker and I both remember the end will justify the means. The total suckiness of this week is going to push us past this point, one huge stride closer to the finish line. Parker wants his life back. He wants to go home. So do I, trust me. But neither of us can until he is well and this is just one of those steps back we have to take in order to rev ourselves up and zoom forward.

Dr. Garcia put the NG tube back in this morning. Parker panicked a little (understandable) but it was over fast enough. That's the benefit of having a surgeon who has taken Parker's case to his heart and will come and do that kind of thing for him, rather then leaving it to a clumsy nurse who might have to do three tries before getting it in correctly.

He threw up a huge bucket of bile right before it went in, and since then it has sucked out almost 1800 more cc's in less than two hours. Imagine carrying all that around on your stomach. Ugh. Barf. Gross. But it is visual progress. For me, anyway. He is pretty pissy right now so I'm leaving him alone, as per his request. Only Amy and Lisa have been able to get a smile from him today. Thank God for those two smiling faces.

Keep your eye on the prize, Parker! We're coming around toward the back stretch!