First, a short update. Things are still pretty much where they were last time I updated. I did some testing at a temp agency and found out that I can type 143 wpm with zero errors. That was a confidence booster. I can't wait to have all of this hassle behind us. I can no longer donate plasma. I infiltrated my veins. HUGE bruises. I couldn't move my arm for two days. Oh well. Maybe in a few more weeks, but not anytime soon.
Thank you to those who have donated to both of Tommy's memorial funds. I put the account number and mailing address to the Memorial Fund bank account. Please make checks to the Tommy Dereksen Memorial Fund with the account number in the memo line. You can also donate directly with the paypal button. They are two different accounts, it just depends on how someone chooses to donate.
I know the economy is bad all around. We are definetly feeling it and its NOT a fun place to be. I hate not having a job! I hope things turn around soon for not just us, but for the entire country.
I do want to share a dream I had last week. I dreamed that Tommy's doctors told me that there was no hope and that we should take him home for his last day of life. They took out his trach and stopped all of his medications. We took him home and held him for awhile then put him to bed. The next day he was still alive, and the next and the next! The doctors said it was a miracle. He was completely healed.
I woke up looking for him because it was one of those dreams that just felt so real. It was so comforting to hold Tommy again, to be able to kiss him and hear him laugh. I know he was reaching out to me from Heaven so that we could spend a little time together. I miss him so much. It's been two months since he left us. It doesn't get any easier. It does change from day to day, but I still feel the emptiness every single day.