Marshall Jones’ MRSA Story

Marshall is still nice and peaceful this morning.

The reunion was good, Marshall’s cousin Liz had a bluegrass band with doctors from Scott and White Clinic, where she works. They made a truly miserable situation a good bit more cheery. Marshall and I both are huge fans of “O Brother, Where Art Thou,” and they played most of that soundtrack. Cheers to Liz for the great idea, God works in mysterious ways every single day!

No one at the reunion knew what had happened to us this week, so I spent alot of time telling a few people, and a good bit more time hiding and wiping my eyes.

I left the reunion (about 70 people) at my house to go to the 1:00 visitation. During that time, a couple of our relatives asked Rick and Selina how on earth they could have cleaned my nasty house. Weren’t they scared? I have learned that apparently tact is another victim of trauma.

I talked to my father in the afternoon, after all of the reunion commotion had gone, and he was so sad. My father never used to be so emotional as he is now. I called my fathers cousin Janet, who lives in Houston, to tell her what was going on, and she said she would come tomorrow to help me out. Thank God!

Marshall was still sleeping well during the rest of the visitations today. I keep telling him over and over to keep dreaming about killing those bugs, and I think he is doing it!

Pastor B. left a card some time during the day. Uncle Donald, Aunt Delores, Dana, Donny, Corina, and Lisa all came to visit Marshall today.

Paul and Shirley took the kids home with them after the reunion so I could get some sleep, I am getting VERY sleepy.

Naturally, I couldn’t sleep. The minute I laid down, the comments to Rick and Selina at the reunion invaded my thoughts. I wrote a letter to them that I will never send, but it did help. I talked to my girlfriends about it, and that helped some too, but people sure can be hurtful. Ugh.

After all of that letter writing, Shirley called to check on me, and then my brother called. Then Marshall’s cousin Lisa came over about 10pm, we sat up and talked til about 1am, and she spent the night in Zoe’s room. Although I am exhausted, all of that helped ease my troubled mind. It really did. Thanks so much to Lisa, you were sure there when I needed you!