It’s the first week of August, Hannah and I have come to Sandy Springs, Georgia (Atlanta Metro Area) for Hannah’s second experimental stem cell injection; we’ve hopes that stem cells just might hold a key to improving her voice, which has been softened and limited for the past 15 years.
Injected into her spine (to pass the blood/brain barrier), the stem cells will also be infused into her blood system for improved joint health as well. We have been encouraged by the positive stem cell results by many pickleballers that we have met from the Yonah Mountain area (north Georgia).
Up by 2A in York, Maine for our 6A flight to Hartsfield-Jackson Airport in Atlanta, we arrive in the Peach Tree State before 9A; drive 25 miles north to Sandy Springs for Hannah’s treatments. Dr. Tan administers the stem cell injection; later Nurse Practitioner Julie Thorne infuses the stem cells into her blood system.
Hannah comes out of the 90-minute procedure smiling, without any pain, but…
…we are both weary beyond belief from our just after midnight wake up call on this 90F afternoon.
Unsuccessful in our attempt to check in the early afternoon at our Comfort Suites motel, we take the opportunity to visit the Anne Frank in the World Center in Sandy Springs! Who knew that the heart of Dixie would have such a treasure! Click here for more information about this much-needed telling of her story, especially in light of the August events in Charlottesville and the dangerous equivocating of the President.
Finally checked into the Comfort Suites, we lunch on our Subway Sweet Onion Chicken Teriyaki subs, sort of nap, later walk to the local grocery store for our dinner, and then, toast the success of Hannah’s stem cell surgery with a fine Cabernet in our suite.
Fried, though Hannah’s feeling no pain, we are in bed by 8P. That’s when our love kicks in.
Unbeknownst to me in my deep slumber of exhaustion, Hannah soon develops back pain pushing past 12 – on a scale of one to ten. She can’t sleep. I mean can’t sleep at all. She showers; she walks the corridor of the motel’s second floor; she takes a bath; she lies in bed hoping to fall asleep. Nothing works. Her back hurts big time.
And this is where Hannah calls on the wisdom of our Santa Barbara and Unity friend Nancy Rose. Earlier in the evening, Nancy Rose had emailed Hannah
Just getting around to reading my emails. I love your friend’s saying- “what soap does for the body, tears do for the soul” -beautiful. You are good for my soul too, Hannah. Take good care down there in Georgia. You are in the best hands, and you know whose they are.
Later, Hannah emails Nancy Rose.
Your latest email helped more than I can say….in the middle of the night last night (after my stem cell injections yesterday) I couldn’t sleep, was feeling aches down to my bones (lower back and back of my thighs), tossed and turned – and thought of your words: “You are in the best hands and you know whose they are.” Because of that sharing from you, I woke Dan up and let him be “God’s hands” in the middle of the night.
I am so blessed. And I am so grateful for you, dear Nancy. And, for my Danny Boy. my love – to you and your Duncan.
As often in our 50 years together, I am the regular recipient of Hannah’s love, and tonight was another such case. Hannah wakes me and we cuddle as she tells me of her incessant back pain and inability to sleep. For me, I am so damn pleased she woke me; I hold her snugly until she is ready to give sleeping another shot.
A few hours later, she wakes me again, still unable to sleep or get comfortable. We walk the motel corridors together before dawn while everyone else, except us two, sleeps.
And that, my friends, Hannah waking me in the middle of the night is one way of our love…
PS Oh yeah, we’ll remember the Tylenol next time.