Ode to the Medical Miracle Makers....

It is hard to describe or imagine the level of care, knowledge, thought and training that has been synthesized, personified and exemplified in the extraordinary people who have come into Sage's life in the last 25 days:
Nurses, respiratory therapists, physical therapists, doctors, surgeons, radiologists, helicopter pilots, flight nurses and medics. Transport techs, housekeeping personnel, MRI, Xray and CT scan technicians. People whose hands, hearts and minds have guided lines, tubes, medication, oxygen, fluids, blood, life itself and relief from pain into Sage's body and the mysterious and remarkable systems that make up the home of the human soul.

~Albert, one of the medic nurses who flew in the helicopter with Sage to DHMC, and his wife Jen (we know her as Nurse Jen and the one who washes and braids hair like no other!).~ 

It is difficult to express adequately the appreciation and gratitude felt by Sage's circle of love and healing - here in Room 12 and all around the world - to those who have guided these days and dark nights with quiet assurance, steady hands and patient intellect.

~Awesome ICU team! (well about 1/3 of them...)~

We thank you. Peter Rabbit thanks you. Sage's mom, dad, brother, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and zillions of friends thank you. We acknowledge you and are deeply grateful for your presence in this experience like no other.
~Two of our most seriously awesome nurses, Nurses Molly (left) and Kathy~

And we are humbled at the tenacity and willingness of the human spirit to encounter, heal, comfort and touch another person's life, no matter what. Amazing grace it is, indeed.

~ Our very own Fox Mohler! always thinking three days out!~

And so all that can be found to give to you are these words by a wise gentleman from Chile:
"This moment as smooth as a board, and fresh,
this hour, this day as clean as an untouched glass
not a single spiderweb from the past:
we touch the moment with our fingers, we cut it to size, we direct its blooming.
It's living, it's alive: 
It brings nothing from yesterday that can't be redeemed,
nothing from the lost past."  ('Ode to the Present', Pablo Neruda, Ode to Opposites)