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Ladies and Gentlemen… Winner by knockout.

And still champion.

Ladies and Gentlemen… Winner by knockout.

And still champion.

I’m so tired I can see through time
It’s been four days. I watched her fuss, talk in gibberish and push food away.

Her mother never away from her side for a majority of the time. Me, with small time from work using it to make corny dad jokes, rubber glove turkeys and back scratching.

We’re exhausted, but ever alert.

There is only so much you can do, with trust and hope placed into nurses named Eric and Whitney. People who come through not just because of a job but also because they care.

And in the end it’s on her. And by God, she is a fighter. It’s in her blood, from a father who was bred with optimism and a mother who triumphed through poverty and an ex’s abuse.

Today she is still here. But she is smiles and jokes and beams and ready ready ready to go.

A respiratory therapist spent a few minutes after meeting her, sitting there humming and painting a turtle for me, before turning to me and saying:

"Well, she is just wonderful, I see, is she not?"

And he never bothered to wait for an answer before giving her breathing treatment.

My eyes, locked on her was, and always will be a resounding “Of course.”

It’s been four days. I watched her fuss, talk in gibberish and push food away.

Her mother never away from her side for a majority of the time. Me, with small time from work using it to make corny dad jokes, rubber glove turkeys and back scratching.

We’re exhausted, but ever alert.

There is only so much you can do, with trust and hope placed into nurses named Eric and Whitney. People who come through not just because of a job but also because they care.

And in the end it’s on her. And by God, she is a fighter. It’s in her blood, from a father who was bred with optimism and a mother who triumphed through poverty and an ex’s abuse.

Today she is still here. But she is smiles and jokes and beams and ready ready ready to go.

A respiratory therapist spent a few minutes after meeting her, sitting there humming and painting a turtle for me, before turning to me and saying:

"Well, she is just wonderful, I see, is she not?"

And he never bothered to wait for an answer before giving her breathing treatment.

My eyes, locked on her was, and always will be a resounding “Of course.”

We were playing in the hospital playroom and we were having fun but then I didn’t clean up after the dinner she made me so I’m in time out and this is SOOOO unfair

We were playing in the hospital playroom and we were having fun but then I didn’t clean up after the dinner she made me so I’m in time out and this is SOOOO unfair

Nobody deserves your tears, but whoever deserves them will not make you cry.
R.I.P. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
mathcat345:

Sending this out to Molly and wishing her a speedy recovery!

mathcat345:

Sending this out to Molly and wishing her a speedy recovery!

iamlucyspet:

we hope you feel better, doll. lots of love from us to you!

Lucy. The first dog that successfully does ‘Blue Steel.’

iamlucyspet:

we hope you feel better, doll. lots of love from us to you!

Lucy. The first dog that successfully does ‘Blue Steel.’

rocksymom:

Fiona and Titus are thinking of you, Molly!!

We’re overwhelmed, and couldn’t be luckier for all of the love you guys sent our daughter today. She has seen them all and you put a big grin on her face.

Thank you.

sinxo:

I know how scary it is to be in the hospital. And any support I can give I want to.  You all were here for me during my moms brain surgery. 

Give him a hand to make his daughter feel better.

sinxo:

I know how scary it is to be in the hospital. And any support I can give I want to. You all were here for me during my moms brain surgery.

Give him a hand to make his daughter feel better.

everydayjewels:

Hope you feel better really soon Molly!

everydayjewels:

Hope you feel better really soon Molly!

My friends.

Let me show you why I love them.

melodramagically:

For thejohnblog's daughter, stuck in the hospital and having no fun. At first I thought it would just be fatty fat Thiessen but Penelope was feeling jealous of the spotlight.

Feel better, pretty girl!

A humble request

Molls has been hospitalized since Monday and just wants to go home and back to school.

She has intermittent asthma which seems to have gotten worse in the last year, so we will be seeing a specialist as soon as she’s better.

But right now, we need her oxygen levels to get up up up on her own before she can leave.

If anyone has time, take a pic of yourself, your pets (seriously, she loves cats and dogs) your kids, or all of you together, holding up any kind of written “Get Well” message, or silly message or personal message and post it, I will show them to her as they come in.

I want her to know she’s got more than just us here rooting for her, I suppose, and I know she would get a kick out of it.

tag it #GetWellMolly if you want to participate, and please let me know if you don’t see me “heart” it, because we all know Tumblr tags are sometimes wonky.

Please and thank you

Still at the hospital. Since she still has her mask on, she has now decided that she’s Bane.