Christian and I were talking a few days ago about how fitting we think the bird in the cage at the top of Fiona's blog is. When my dear friend designed it for us I loved the bird, and as I've looked at it for a few months I've grown to love it more. There are a few reasons we feel it fits our situation so well. First, we think it represents Fiona and the layer of protection we try to wrap around her. Second, we feel caged by not finding the real problem. Having a better diagnosis would be so freeing. Third, Fiona is like a tiny trapped bird. She can't go out, she can't see other kids her age. She is so limited by her immune condition. She used to run for the door when it opened to try to get out, but now she's forgetting to try to escape. That makes me sad.
Yesterday our wall hand sanitizer dispenser came in the mail. I never thought I would love having hospital equipment stuck on the wall of my front hall. It doesn't look as bad as I thought it would. It is a novelty for the kids, especially James, who has the cleanest hands he's ever had! I'm starting to wonder how long each package of hand sanitizer will last?