Hello world!

Welcome to my very first blog, the purpose of which is to share with you my experiences these past eighteen months, and to update you on the progress that my son, Edward, is making. This first post is a sort of timeline. Needless to say, it is a lengthy one.

First, I want to thank my youngest son, Joshua, for suggesting that I start a blog. He knows how difficult it has been for me lately, and wants me to have an outlet for the despair, lonesomeness, and anxiety that I sometimes feel.

So, here goes.

May 30, 2011Manila time: My husband, Elie, and I were four days into our six-day trip to the Philippines. When I woke up that morning, i felt sick to my stomach. I thought maybe it was dysentery. It went on all day, even during our outing with my eldest son, EJ, and his family who were also in PI for his father-in-law’s ordination. We got home pretty late, and I was settling in for the night when my sister-in-law knocked on the door to tell us to call home immediately. At first I thought something happened to Joshua because she said “ate Janine, call home, it’s Edward. Something happened”. So, I dialed Edward’s cell phone number. Joshua answered, and I could tell from his voice that it was bad. All I heard was “mom, it’s Ed. He had a heart attack, and he’s not waking up”. The rest of the conversation was nothing more than sound. I remember handing the phone to Elie, and I just started to sob. We went back to our room and we knelt and prayed. Our flight was two days away, which might as well have been an eternity. If I could have swum the Pacific Ocean, I would have, if it meant I would get to Edward sooner.

I remember the look on EJ’s face when we told him the details. That look of confusion, helplessness, and frustration. I knew exactly what he was feeling. I couldn’t even imagine what Joshua was going through!

From that point, the hours seemed to crawl. Our flight was on June 1, an eternity away. We did what we could to keep our minds distracted, but to no avail.