Friday, December 25, 2015

Wishing you a Joyous Christmas Day

We are grateful this Christmas day to be home at BrightWood together. We are sending prayers and love to Nat, Joshua and other families celebrating Christmas in hospital today.  

We have been blessed with a Wonderful month at home.   Here are a few  of the highlights:  Some of Forrest friends were able to join him to see Spectre on his 23rd birthday. A real joy after spending two of the last five birthdays in hospital.  

A little unconventional chainsaw PT helped bring in our BrightWood Christmas tree!

Christmas shopping with Austin and Forrest is always entertaining!

At Forrests check up at Johns Hopkins with one of his doctors on 12/23, Dr. Liptoncott exclaimed,  "Forrest you look like a million bucks!"  All of Forrest's blood work looked just as good and we got Forrest's early Christmas wish.  No more continuous IV antibiotic's and the Hickman central IV line came out!!!

While it was great to see familiar nurses who adore Forrest & Toliver, Toliver was clearly a little concerned about our visit to the hospital and was eager to get Forrest out of there!

The unseasonably warm weather in Virginia allowed us to have a day hike on Christmas Eve. 

Sending love and gratitude to all our family, friends, prayer warriors, doctors, therapists, and nurses who have made this chapter in Forrest's journey possible. Next up; Pop's legendary herbs de Provence brined beer can turkey! 

God Bless & Merry Christmas!


  1. Merry Christmas Brightwood family.....from your Colorado family plus Gmom Allen! Love you all!

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  3. Merry Christmas Team 44. This is kind of late of course.
    I ran across a poem today by Hamlin Garland. "Do You Fear the Wind". It make me think of you Foreest and how courageously you have pushed forward "against the slash of the rain."

    I'd say there is no doubt that Garland would say you are walking like a man.

    Do you fear the force of the wind,

    The slash of the rain?

    Go face them and fight them,

    Be savage again.

    Go hungry and cold like the wolf,

    Go wade like the crane:

    The palms of your hands will thicken,

    The skin of your cheek will tan,

    You’ll grow ragged and weary and swarthy,

    But you’ll walk like a man!