No Coincidence

So many of you are contacting us and asking what you can do, I ask that you please pray for Mike. I know the helpless feeling first hand and I've developed several ways of coping and one made me smile last night so I would like to share it with you.  

Before Mike was put on morphine he had rough nights where he would quietly moan in his sleep and his breathing would sound irratic. I got in to the habit of laying very still beside him and imagining that tubes were connected from his liver to mine and I could help his liver filter all the excess it could not and send back through the tubes the needed fresh supply of the "good stuff".

Friends, I am very detailed in this process because as soon as I read the first scan from LA, I educated myself. The liver has over 300 functions and we need it to live, that's why it's called the "liver". Every night I visualize hooking our livers up and I go through my mental check list; help him process any food, help with his bile production, help him control acids, glucose and fats, help him fight infection, help clean his blood, help make enzymes and proteins needed. I lay still next to him and visualize this process. This became my middle of the night ritual. Last night in the middle of the night as I did this I got a muscle spasm on my right side, right where my liver is (you know the kind you get in your eyelid, arm or leg; the kind that has it's own rhythmic beat) and in my state of sleep deprivation I actually thought the vibration I was feeling was from my imaginary tubes. I continued to feel like I was in the middle of our liver transfusion all the while holding very still. This made me smile and I like to think that's it's no coincidence. That I can help Mitt's liver and that the very long lasting, rhythmatic muscle spasm during our "procedure" is proof that I am.