Wednesday morning

I think I know why Hannah like's to wake up in the wee hours of the morning.  It is her only uninterrupted time to think and be sad.  Lots of times I'll look over and I can tell she's been thinking about everything and she has tears running down her cheeks.  It kills me, but I think it's important that she let it out.  This morning I finally said, "Hannah, this is a hard hard thing and it really sucks that you have to go through it.  I am so sorry and I wish I could do it for you,  but I can't.  But Heavenly Father CAN take your burden and help you carry this heavy load."  We said a prayer then and asked Heavenly Father to help her carry this burden.  She seemed so much more peaceful after that.  About 5 minutes later she said she wanted to get up.  I thought she wanted to go to the bathroom but instead she led me to the shower.  She wanted to get on with things!  It was her first shower since all this happened, and she seemed so much happier.  She even put on regular clothes.  I know she felt better, but I felt a WHOLE LOT better.  She transformed into my old Hannah, not just my sick girl.  Who knew a shower could be so psychologically redeeming?  Now she's probably wishing I'd do the same for her. I pretty much look like I've been camping for a month.  Actually I have.  Last week I invented a new word (these are the musings of a crazy person I know).  The new word is hamping (hospital camping).  I wonder if it's going to catch on and be in the dictionary soon?
This morning she also asked what day it was.  I said, "Wednesday."  She said, "What date?" I told her it was March 1.  She seemed blown away by that bit of information.  I told her she pretty much slept through February, but that it was ok  because February was overrated.  She kind of laughed.  I think the pieces are starting to come together for our girl.  At last.