Word is, we're getting snow tomorrow which is totally gross.
BuT I don't even care.
Because we Team Landon enthusiasts have plans for an upcoming trip to Atlanta to keep us warm.
And by "plans," I mean ReAL plans. Concrete plans. With dates and appointments and airline tickets. PLaNS.
And by "upcoming," I mean in 8 little bitty days! Woot. That's right. We are IN for the Carrick Brain Center
. Mom, Dad, Landon, and I (Shanda) are flying to Atlanta on May 26 where Landon will be treated at the Carrick Center from May 27 to June 3. BooM!
We've had our eye on the Carrick Center for several years now and it's actually happening. (Throw yer hands in the air, People! Wiggle 'em around! Let's hear it for fried chicken! And other southern things!)
Our hope is that a full assessment and treatment plan from these cutting edge Brain Champions (perhaps that is not the official medical title, but Potato PotAWto) will lead to new directions and new therapy options and new HeALiNG. Actually, that's more than our hope; that's our plan. Also our hope/plan is to arrive wearing really embarrassing Hawaiian shirts
While in Atlanta, Landon will be treated by Dr. Duffy
, who was also Brett's doctor for those of you who are also Brett fans. (Brett
also had a severe TBI, also has an awesome family who reached out to us and made us laugh real, real hard even when our hearts were hurting, and also is awesome. Other notable things-- Brett has created a greeting card and design company
and he has an outrageously cool stander, wheelchair, all-terrain thinger
that you just must see to believe.) Even if you're not a Brett fan, Dr. Duffy is still going to be directing Landon's treatment. So if you're the praying or vibe-sending sort, toss some prayers and energizing vibes Dr. Duffy's way.
We are thrilled to say the least about this new adventure. Well, we're also a little nervous and scared. And a little pissed off still about the whole stupid TBI gig and how freaking slow it is. Seriously. It's been four years, eight months, and five days. A painfully long four years, eight months, and five days.
So we're thrilled for the opportunity to get some reasonable steps toward recovery. And we're nervous about trying something new. And we're scared that our hearts will just be broken again as we watch Landon struggle so hard to gain even just the smallest bits of healing. And we're pissed and demanding and determined and confused. And in the end, we're just clinging to hope, to each other, to love, and as we cling, we are trying any open door to see if maybe that's where the healing light of God is shining next. And this door leads to the sunny south.
Ann Detweiler asked how she can give some ChA-ChING toward this Atlanta trip. It is true that insurance isn't covering any of this treatment. As of right now, we have requested assistance from the county and are waiting to hear back, but we are confident that with a little help from the county and with the generous gifts Team Landon has already given us, we will have this adventure covered. If this goes super well, it is quite possible that we will be looking to return to Atlanta for a longer treatment in the future. And ThEN we will need your help. And we will ask for it. Even though asking for help is not our favorite thing to do.
So. For now, if you want to pitch in:
*Pray. Bossy prayers.
*Get us a meal while we're in Atlanta by way of an online gift card. Or a real gift card in the real mail if you're feeling all 2003 about it.
*Text us a funny joke you heard.
*Send us an adorable and/or grumpy cat meme.
*Text Mom 4,758 emojis so I can watch her be so confused as she stares at her new iPhone. (She just upgraded from a flip phone. BiG time stuff here, people. Mother Gayle's got data.)
*Buy Ben (Landon's superPCA) something adorable for his new baby Theodore or a gift card or a card with a goose on it or a new car as a way of saying ThANKS for taking awesome care of Landon every day even though you don't get paid even close to enough. (For real. You can send it to Ben at my parent's house: 31837 Co Hwy 34 Ogema, MN 56569)
We love you.
Get some sleep.