So there was one downside to the trip to China -- I lost my journal. You should know that this was not just any journal, it was the cancer journal, the one I've been keeping for the last year and a half.
I was devastated when I unpacked my carry-on bag in the hotel room and realized I didn't have it. I had left it on the plane when I landed in Shanghai.
Since we found out Mat's cancer is back (round 3), I have struggled to recall the faith, hope, and energy that I seemed to have at my disposal last summer, during round 2. I was sure that all of these were in my journal.
I cried for a long time.
Then I tried everything I could think of to get it back. A Chinese-speaking coworker of Mat's called the airport and was passed to several people in various airport and airline lost and found departments, but didn't have any luck.
The following week, on my way back to the U.S. I spoke to several people to ask for help, with no luck. During my layover in Chicago, I even recognized a steward from my flight to Shanghai the previous week, and stopped him to ask if he had seen my journal while cleaning the plane. Mat left Shanghai a day after I did, and spent several hours at the Shanghai airport trying to track down my journal in person, also to no avail. Everyone was either unhelpful or didn't speak English well enough to understand.
And then my mom took over. I told her the sad story, and she began calling Shanghai. She also spoke to several different people in several different departments before finding Mason, a very helpful, very polite airport agent who spoke very good English.
He had the journal.
Mason couldn't send it to the U.S., but a colleague of his delivered the journal to Mat's office in Hangzhou the following week. Mat's coworker sent it to him via interoffice mail, and I had it back in my hands last Friday.
Do I believe in miracles?
Actually, I do.