I would say that the Cobley family has been thrown the most serious curve ball of our lives, but after so many out reaches and get-wells, I'm realizing that we're not the only ones who have been completely phased by Hannah's health. I was in town for 5 short days to take a good look at my sister and make sure she was being well taken care of at PCH. I mean, that's what big sisters do, right? Right. We had two bad days, Thursday and Friday. She didn't respond much to me while I was with her, and I was praying for something more. It might sound selfish, but I couldn't dream of leaving Phoenix to go back to Seattle without something, anything that let me know we were going to get through this. As I was driving to the hospital on Saturday morning I get a text from my Mom that says "Hannah was just asking for you." I don't think I could have possibly driven fast enough. With a smile on my face and tears in my eyes I arrived at 20th and Thomas in record time (no, Mom, I wasn't speeding.). I come racing up to the 7th floor to find her sleeping. I was slightly disappointed but I waited. Within the hour she opened her eyes and took a look around her room. Her eyes rested at mine, she winked. And smiled. "There she is!" I thought as I came and sat at the edge of her bed. She scooted over to one side of her bed so I could fit next to her. We laid together and she laughed and kept her hand with mine. We watched a movie, sang along to the soundtrack and stuck our feet in the air to see who had a better toe point (we were watching a dancing movie.). Dad just wanted to watch Harry Potter, and in a very Cobley girl way, we both sat up at the same time, rolled our eyes, and went back to what we were doing.
Just like that, it was time for me to get on a plane. She was tired again, so I grabbed her hand, gave her a big smooch and told her how much I loved her. What I wouldn't do to be back in that hospital bed with her again.