It’s been a year.

My sister is an incredible person. When you grow up so close in age there isn’t a scar, a broken heart or story your sister doesn’t know. They’re the keeper of your life story, your secrets, and you them. I have never been so scared as I was a year ago. So scared to lose my person, to lose that bond, those shared stories and laughs.

Megan is making slow and steady progress. She got a trach tube, this means she has all the stuff off her face and is starting to look more like herself.  

Today, it dawned on me this is a fight that will go on longer than just a short time that can be easily measured in days. It'll go on months. Years. 

We lost Vaila. Our hearts are breaking.

My sister is incredible.

I’ve never been so amazed by one person’s commitment to living the fullest, most beautiful life. And letting nothing stop her.

She opened her eyes!

She squeezed Rachel’s hand.

She’s off all the blood pressure medication!

Megan is being slowly weaned off the paralytic and other medicines.  Her kidneys are solid (great news considering all they’ve been through). She received more blood, we had hoped she was done needing blood, but this isn’t terrible (again, given all she’s been through) and they don’t think she’ll need anymore.

Megan made it through the day.

And that is quite the accomplishment.

Survive. Fight. Get better.

Feel like this is the motto of today. It was touch and go for most of the day. No one was sure she’d make it through the day–but with her fighting spirit, she did.

Megan was admitted to the hospital after a cardiac event during pregnancy.