Although I can appreciate the peace and tranquilty of rural life, coming home to near freezing temperatures and constant drizzle was more than a little harsh. It's hard to believe that a few short days ago we were in Beijing, sitting on a patio near one of the markets enjoying a warm evening away from the hospital. This return to reality seems to be giving us more turbulance than the flight home and a feeling of melancholy has set in deep.

I truly suck and I aplogize, to those who come here regularly and have been disappointed with the lack of posts, i promise to make up for it very quickly. I have a multitude of back entries from our time in Beijing ready and waiting. I just need more than a 2 minute block at the computer in order to get them up. For now I will leave you with the final post from Tatyanna's website and a promise for many entries and a few photos in the next week or so. :)

May 11 - As I type this entry, the suitcases are stacked against the wall, waiting for the last of the laundry before they can finally be closed. The dr. has been in with the meds that Tatyanna will need to continue and has authorized the removal of her IV. It's official, we are going home tomorrow. Truthfully, this time I don't have the eager sense of anticipation of last year's departure. While I miss my family and home, the break from reality has been a much needed reprieve. For a few moments I am allowed to have hope, to believe that we can fight the demon that is Batten's. At Tiantan Puhua, we are surrounded by people who want to try, who work incredibly hard and believe that they can make a difference. The results of the last few weeks have far exceeded our expectations, I saw my daughter walk across the room, unsteady, but completely unaided, I heard her say “love you” as she gave me a hug. Those moments alone made the entire trip worth it. To all who have helped make this trip possible and supported us on our journey, we thank you from the bottom of our heart.

Because nothing says "I love you" and "Thanks for being such a great mom!" like a velvet covered box full of Buffy. It's kind of sad how giddy I am with the anticipation of watching 144 hours of Buffy...give or tak a couple of minutes.