On waiting for a miracle, in five

So by now you probably know the drill: Write for 5 minutes on a topic without editing, looking back, or stressing, and then moving on with life. So, for today's Five Minute Friday:

On waiting...

Well, as I sit down to write this little piece, I'm waiting for the husband to turn down his computer so I don't have to listen to polka music for the next five minutes while I try to pour my guts out.

No luck yet...

As fate (read: providence) would have it, we've all been waiting a lot around here: we've been waiting for March madness to start, waiting for spring to come, and most recently, waiting for a sweet family member to open her eyes and be healed.

She's a cousin, our cousin, the youngest of the bunch, having just turned 20. She's the youngest of three sisters, but everyone of us thinks she's ours. Over three weeks ago she was admitted to the ICU with severe pneumonia which was found out to be H1N1 and several infections and tubes and tears later, yesterday she was about to leave us. So we - my sister, my mom, my cousins and aunts and uncles, and several hundred other friends and strangers - waited yesterday for news, any news, and a miracle. It just did not seem possible that she could die.

So we waited, and prayed, and tried to trust, and cried... and when the wait was over and the machines switched and the lungs drained, the doctors and the sisters and the mom and dad waited and saw that she began to breathe easier and the numbers began to go up and she slowly, so slowly, began to turn a corner...

I've waited for a lot of things: babies, diplomas, support, signs, but never have I waited for something like this. Never before have I waited for - and then seen, even from afar - a miracle. And still, we wait and pray and see that she just might get better... but before that, there will be a lot more waiting.

So, what are you waiting for? Give it a try...