The Fella has been right next to me this whole time. Having someone with broad shoulders I can cry on, and who refuses to let me fall apart, has been invaluable. He kept my coffee cup full, made sure I ate, and knew when I needed something stronger than iced tea in my glass. He reminded me there were other people who weren’t at the hospital, who needed to know what was going on, and made sure my phone was always charged. He called everyone he knew (even people who don’t know me or #3) and got them praying. He did laundry, bought cheese (I need cheese), and didn’t complain when I left him in the dust as I ran to #3’s room to check on him. He prayed with me whenever I needed to, prayed over #3 whenever we were in the room with him, and made sure there was some form of absorbant paper in my hand at all times. (maybe a paper towel, maybe toilet paper, occasionally an actual tissue) He didn’t complain when I’d snot all over his shirt. He took me to StuffMart when I realized I’d only packed myself 2 pair of pants…and no shirts. And the whole week…8 days…of hotel rooms and hospital cafeteria meals (actually not half bad, especially the fried chicken)…making sure I had exactly what I needed and I never had to ask. I wanted to find a cheaper hotel room but he said no, better to stay in the one connected to the hospital. I wanted to search for the best free coffee (look for a volunteer) and he said no, that takes too much time away from spending it with #3, and he got me a refillable cup.
What’s that saying? There’s several of them, and we would say them to each other to see who knew more. Eventually one of us would stay Stop with the cliche’!
These are the times that try men’s souls. The best laid plans of mice and men oft’ go awry. If you’re going through hell, keep going. We make plans and God laughs at them. God loves us too much to let us be in control.
At one point in the evening, when taking a break from the constant beep and hiss and antiseptic aroma of the ICU, we were watching The Hobbit on TV. A while back I’d said I thought he’d make a great dwarf, and not being a Fantasy reader, he was very puzzled by that. I pointed out that in The Hobbit, the dwarves are stalwart and sturdy, slightly pugnacious, short and bearded and opinionated, loyal and resourceful. (They’re also metal workers, which he is) He felt better after that. Because it’s all true…he’s stalwart and sturdy, opinionated, resourceful, and has a bodacious beard. He’s also been a rock for me through this.
As for #3, right now he’s holding his own and showing some small signs of improvement. They removed the EEG because he’s shown no signs of seizure activity. They removed the ventilator because he’s breathing on his own. He has a tracheotomy right now, and they will eventually remove that and close the hole. He is scheduled for a CT scan today and pending the results, may be moved to another room that has a bathroom and shower so it will be easy for someone to stay with him at all times. He is moving the one limb that isn’t in a cast, and is moving his eyes, although they aren’t dependably open yet. He is getting physical therapy. His body is functioning as it should. We are now waiting for his brain to reboot. It will take time.