I had a dream last night, while staying here at this family guest house, that I walked into my room to find an enormous family sitting around eating food I had prepared and carrying on like it was their own space. There were dozens of people crammed into this small room, and as I entered (a little annoyed that so many people were occupying a room in which I had intended to sleep), these people started to look at me. They stood up and started to form a circle around me. They had such love in their eyes, such warmth and light coming from them, and soon, I realized they were all here, waiting to hold me up.
Yesterday, Jodi and I received an anonymous piece of mail with two gift cards and a beautiful note. Two days ago, a woman, whose own daughter went through BMT at this hospital just two years ago, brought BG some special gifts and us a dose of hope. On a semi-regular basis, we receive donations, care packages, cards in the mail from people we have never met. We have a group of moms who take care of our home, family who comes to take care of us in the hospital, dear, dear friends who step in innumerable ways to make our lives easier through this time. Just over two weeks ago, hundreds of people all over the world, both our loved ones and complete strangers, lit candles for our son and our family.
Those people in my dream, they were clearly all of you–you beautiful souls who keep finding ways to hold our family up and who just want our boy to get better. The support you are offering our family is so powerful and offers us so much hope in these darkest of times. We are humbled and honored and blessed to know all of you. We are more grateful than you can imagine to have your love and healing thoughts coming toward our boy.
Today is Day -1. Tomorrow is Day Zero. Tomorrow is transplant day, Caemon’s new birthday. I know I will see all of you, both familiar faces and those that are less so, surrounding our family with love in your eyes, and that brings me so much comfort.