Polish Hill, Pittsburgh
Synchronicities—so many of them. Including the fact that Caitlin’s from-Maine boyfriend’s grandmother grew up in Pittsburgh. Today we discovered “Polish Hill,” where Andrew’s great-grandfather owned and operated a drugstore, right next to where that red awning is.
Caitlin’s great-grandfather in Massachusetts was also a druggist.
Our address in Boston is Staniford Street, #16.
Our address in Pittsburgh is Stanwix Street, #16.
The hospital here is bounded on one side by O’Hara Street and on another by Euler (the name of Caitlin’s doc at home, though with different spelling. Same pronunciation.)
The list goes on.
Today marks 11 months on the transplant list. Andrew has been away for a while, visiting his very beloved grandmother who fell and has been in and out of the hospital. Today we took a bunch of photos for her, and hope she’s doing better.
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Art by Stephanie Danforth
Today marks three months here, but this beautiful painting, which our wonderful friend, Stephanie Danforth, recently painted and sent to Caitlin, reminds us that spring is imminent, and that every day spent waiting means one fewer day to wait.
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Happy in Florida, 2012
I created this blog exactly one year ago this afternoon, which I realized when WordPress sent me a renewal bill. We were in Pittsburgh to complete the transplant evaluation. Caitlin had been sick all winter. Everything had changed, and we were preparing ourselves for even more change. I never would have really thought that a year later, we would still be waiting. But that is the reality of organ transplantation.
We like to keep the blog upbeat, so I don’t go into any real detail about what Caitlin goes through. In my last post, I referred to a difficult two-week stretch as some “not-great days.” Caitlin intensely dislikes drama of any kind, and does not like to call attention to her problems. But as we mark a year of this surreal time that is waiting for organ transplant, I’d like to toast my noble little bird.
She has been remarkably stoic her entire life. And I’ve been full of admiration, this past year, to see just how well she has coped with the kinds of issues we hope never to watch our children deal with.
I saw this quote by Maya Angelou the other day; it resonated with me:
Having courage does not mean that we are unafraid.
Here’s to Caitlin.