Saturday, March 19, 2011
Ironically, none of us want to be victims of illusions, but when we say someone's disillusioned, we're using the same prefix we use for disease. It doesn't make sense. It's nice to be at ease, but not to have a disease.
So none of us want to be disillusioned. But none of us want to victims of illusions. WTF?
I can tell you this: Gabrielle's plight has shattered a gazillion of my assumptions, changed several of my life goals, and opened my eyes to many wonderful things that were previously omnipresent but unaware to me, and my heart aches thinking that it took Gabrielle to dis-illusion me.
I don't know what the purpose of this post is. Amy and I encourage the other to post when the other is at the hospital in hopes we'll wake up to some sort of exciting news. And we love the comments and all the support. So I guess I'm talking to Amy, and relaying our conversation today about how tragically fortunate we are. I know (Amy) we would both trade all these insights in + all the money in the world for Gabrielle's health, but that ain't happening.
So here we are.
Better for it.
With hearts breaking.