Welcome to Georgia's Journey

Georgia Lily Lucas was born at home on October 6th, 2008 4:15am, in Winnipeg, Manitoba. She was diagnosed with SMA (Spinal Muscular Atrophy) on April 1, 2009.

On April 3rd Georgia was taken home, to be near her sisters and the rest of her family and friends. Nearly three weeks later, on April 21, 2009, she died peacefully -- in the loving arms of her mother and in the same room in which she was born.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011


Well, yesterday marked ten months for Aria. When people ask about her I find myself constantly saying, "Aria is EVERYWHERE!" She now pulls herself up onto anything higher than her knees and cruises around the furniture. She also crawls up the stairs and would love to have the opportunity to go down them head first but I put my foot down!! : ) She absolutely loves the vacuum. In fact, I'd venture to say that the vacuum may be her best friend. She giggles and gets excited the minute that she sees it and laughs out loud if the girls play with her and the toy one.
Today is my dad's 65th birthday. We celebrated with balloons, steak and lobster and of course, a gift certificate to Golf Town! My dad seems a bit sheepish about celebrating. Two years ago there wasn't alot to be happy about. The day was overshadowed by Georgie's illness and hospitalization. We were still waiting on results but all knew that there was something seriously wrong. 65 is a huge milestone however and Georgie would love to know that we were all together today.

Happy Birthday Dad! Happy Birthday Grumpa! We love you and want to celebrate many, many more birthdays together.
Love to you all,

Sunday, March 20, 2011

A Long Week

Well, yesterday we finally managed to take the girls out for dinner and celebrate Calla's birthday as a family. We were supposed to go out last Monday but Calla picked up a really bad cold. Because she is asthmatic she gets hit pretty hard and often gets a fever. By Tuesday however, her fever had broken and I thought that she was on the mend. Wednesday she still seemed quite sluggish but we had everything ready to go back to school that evening. Thursday she came downstairs, lie down on the couch and her fever was up over 103.

By Thursday evening I fully admit that I was fighting anxiety. Maya also had a fever at this point and I was worried that Calla was developing pneumonia. Nightmarish memories of Georgia in hospital kept threatening to overwhelm me as I tried to stay calm and rational. Friday morning Maya was showing signs of recovery but Calla still didn't look good so Mike took her in. She didn't have pneumonia but the doctor thought something was brewing so he started her on some antibiotics - first time in her 7 years.

Yesterday morning she was a new kid again! : ) I am now breathing a sigh of relief regarding my own children but am saddened to learn that another kiddo earned her wings on Friday. You can learn about Ashley's story by clicking here or on the link entitled Our Two Angels on the right hand side.

Give your little ones and extra hug and kiss tonight. They really are so precious!

Love to you all,