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Urosepsis, u r a pain.
Just before we left for our second camping trip, Rachel became very ill. Turns out, she had a similar infection (urosepsis) to what Janneke had when we tried camping the first time. Thankfully, we caught the infection quickly; we didn't need a helicopter, and Rachel started to feel better after three days of IV antibiotics. When we learned that we could switch to oral antibiotics, we wondered if we should still plan on camping. Were we being stubborn, creative - or careless? Regardless, we knew that we didn't have nursing hours for the days we planned to be away. We had Katelyn scheduled for respite at the campsite, and we decided that we'd rather deal with medications and side effects of medications along the Ausable River than our house.
We left later than originally planned, but we still camped. The turquoise waters of Lake Huron were good therapy for us as we tried to catch our breath from the few anxious days that preceded the beach.
We camped with several families. Part of the fun included a 19 team double elimination Bocci tournament. It was intense, with measuring tapes and judges. Emily and Justin came close... but not close enough; they took the silver.
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Each summer, we wonder if this will be the last time we try camping. We keep trying... We know that it doesn't work well to go alone. We are so grateful for the meals made, the muscles to carry the wheelchairs across the sand, and the cheerleaders who make anything and everything work.
The kids, minus a few - but making the most of the memories with each other.
So, it did work. Now we are at home, slowly generating the energy needed to start the school routine. We also have additional appointments at Mac that will help us sort through the girls' new medical issues.
After the first night of camping this second time, I told Ralph I was tired of pretending that camping could work. I wanted to pack it up and leave. But I made a coffee instead. And there wasn't anything extra amazing that happened, yet as I moved through the day, I no longer wanted to leave. Sometimes the lowest of the low moments needs to wash over and then wash away. If I truly acted on that, I'd have more regrets than reasons to be thankful.
So, we give thanks for the canoe rides along the river, too many bocci games, the laughter shared over old memories and new stories, and the reminder to keep on keeping on.
It's been ten years... ten summers of trying to find new ways to make good memories. I wrote about our ten years in the form of ten lessons learned recently here and here. And we keep learning.
peace for your week,
What else matters on a rainy day while camping if you have a friend who wants to read to you?