Patience….

I am not a patient person.. Never have been. Maybe one day I will be. I said earlier that I thought perhaps one thing to come out of #3’s accident would be learning patience. Well, I wish God would hurry up with that, because so far, patience comes in little blips with a lot of “FIX THIS NOW” in between them.

#3’s recovery will be spells of improvement with plateaus in between. He has so much to do, and so far to go, and how far he’s come really is miraculous, but…I want him to be ALL BETTER NOW. Thing is, his brain was pretty banged up. And the brain…controls everything. It takes a while for it to recover from things. It has only been one month (as of yesterday) since his accident. You hear about people being in accidents and remaining comatose for months before waking up. He was out for a week, then started coming to. Now he’s awake like a normal person (with naps…so like a normal tiny human person), and his behavior is that of a very young person. Like…kind of like a toddler, with Skills. His recovery mentally is following the progress of a baby, only much faster. I think I’ve said that before.

He got to come home yesterday. Hopefully being home will help him feel better mentally and emotionally. His moods have been very volatile (normal for brain injured people) and that’s been rough on The Fine Wife and everyone else. But then, if you think of a toddler, and The Terrible Twos….they’re called that because kids that age are so tempermental. That doesn’t make it easier, especially when he’s got the 26 year old man in there as well. It gets complicated.

But patience…that’s what’s needed more than anything. And it’s something I don’t have much of so when I see him looking a little bit vacant, or get a report that he’s trying to get out of bed (body isn’t healed enough to hold him yet), I panic. And yet, it’s only been a month. And other people with similar injuries take MONTHS to wake up, let alone be able to put their own shirts on and get a fork of food to their mouths….and here he is, doing these things and I can see those are miracles…but still I am scared. God tells us to trust His timing.

But do not overlook this one fact, beloved, that with the Lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day. 2 Peter 3:8

For there is a time and a way for everything, although man’s trouble lies heavy on him. Ecclesiastes 8:6

God has answered so many prayers for #3. I have such joy in that. Seeing His handiwork in the lives of #3 and his family is amazing. Part of me says “Whaaaat?!” and the other part says “Of course He did. He’s God and can do anything.” But there’s also a part that fears and worries and is so pitifully human and frustrating. There’s all these “what if’s”. What if his brain doesn’t recover. What if his leg doesn’t heal properly and he can’t walk. I’m not so worried about all that as I am about his brain. There’s plenty of things that can help a person get around, and plenty of stuff, productive stuff, he can do if his body isn’t quite back to it’s old self. But his brain…what about that?

STOP WORRYING…says The Fella. STOP WORRYING says God, and Jesus, and Paul in the Bible.

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Phillipians 4:6-7

But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. “Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.  Matthew 6:33-34

Anxiety in a man’s heart weighs him down, but a good word makes him glad. Proverbs 12:25

There’s a whole ton of stuff about worry and anxiety in God’s Word. It all leads to one point: STOP WORRYING. GOD’S GOT THIS.  So once I remind myself of all this stuff God has said about it, I can kind of relax…a little bit. God’s got this. #3 is in the palm of His hand, working through the plan God has for him, God’s taking this awful circumstance and weaving it somehow into His plan for #3 and all the people around him. Just because I don’t know how He’s doing it doesn’t mean it isn’t happening. I know what *I* want to happen- that #3 will be whole and fully functional, and SOON. I also know that God doesn’t need my input on this. He will listen to my prayers and all the prayers from all over for #3, and if those prayers are asked according to His will, they will be answered.

And this is the confidence that we have toward him, that if we ask anything according to his will he hears us. And if we know that he hears us in whatever we ask, we know that we have the requests that we have asked of him. 1 John 5:14-15

And call upon me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you, and you shall glorify me. Psalm 50:15

Just like the Good book says about worrying (STOP IT), it also says a lot about God hearing what we ask for, and answering those prayers, as long as they fit with His will for our lives. (DO IT). God has done amazing things in #3’s life. He has taken circumstances and molded #3 into a man who loves Him, and loves his family, and works hard to provide and be the effective head of the household. Now he’s teaching #3 something new. I’m not sure what…maybe patience, maybe how to trust other people and rely on them when he needs to…I don’t know. But there’s something in there for #3 as well as for everyone else, even me.

I just wish I knew exactly what it was so I could prepare for it!

 

 

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Motivation and drive

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, Hebrews 1:12

I held on tight to this verse after Himself died. I imagined him as being in that cloud, as I maneuvered through a new and uncertain path.  Now #3 is on a new and unfamiliar path. There’s a cloud of witnesses cheering him on as well. Himself, his great-grandmother, many others. He has a large cheering section here on Earth as well. People all over the world are checking on him almost every day. They’re praying for him, asking how they can help once he gets home, generally wanting so badly to ease the difficulties sure to come in the future.

He’s getting better…and not slowly either, even though he thinks it’s taking WAY too long. He’s never been one to want to sit around and wait. The Fine Wife got him a white board and some markers, and he promptly started writing on it. He can easily answer yes/no questions, sign his name (his handwriting looks just the same: terrible), and fill in an assortment of mental tasks. I wrote numbers 1-5 and he continued the counting…so nothing wrong there.

I am the LORD, the God of all mankind. Is anything too hard for me? Jeremiah 32:27

Physically he’s improving as well. Getting his balance back and such. His hand-eye coordination is exceptional. It always has been, and it’s nice to see that hasn’t changed. He does get a bit disgusted at the simplicity of the tasks they’re putting him through- little kids puzzles and such.  The Fella spoke to him about that. He MUST do them, otherwise they won’t know what he’s capable of. #3 and I, then he and The Fine Wife, played catch for a little while. He has no problem with that. His left hand is very weak and he has trouble using it, but it’s getting better as well. It will be a long time before he can stand up, probably late August before they even try, due to how much his legs were damaged and the extent of the surgery. He’s determined enough that I have no doubt he’ll be able to by mid-Fall.

 Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.  Ephesians 3:20-21

They’re going to let him go home in a week or two, to finish healing up before he starts the really intense therapies. That’s going to be where the real work happens and I hope he’s able to see the importance of it.

I’m very proud of him, and how well he’s doing. He’s showing a real drive to get out of there and back to living life the way he thinks it should be lived. He’s a testament to the power of prayer, and a genuine miracle.He wasn’t supposed to wake up, now he’s writing his name and answering questions. If he woke up, he was supposed to be minimally functional. Now he’s in physical therapy, wowing the people with the rapidity of his improvements. In just 2 days he went from being unable to hold himself up, to sitting up without help. He keeps trying to stand and we have to keep reminding him he isn’t ready. Mentally, sure he is, but those legs have to heal and they can’t hold him yet.

I won’t say his mental self is back to 100%, but every day he’s a bit closer to his old abilities. He is, without a doubt, himself. Right down to the looks of digust at the speech therapist baby-talking to him and the flipping a bird at someone behind him when he was giving me a hug. I am so much more at ease about him now. What a roller-coaster ride this has been. But what an amazing thing God has done for all of us, laughing at my doubt, saying “Hey y’all, watch this!”

 He is the one you praise; he is your God, who performed for you those great and awesome wonders you saw with your own eyes.  Deuteronomy 10:21

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Lazarus

He is your praise. He is your God, who has done for you these great and terrifying things that your eyes have seen  Deuteronomy 10:21

Lazarus is what The Fella is calling him. 3 weeks ago yesterday, we were informed by a neurologist that his injuries included extensive brain trauma, and in the unlikely event that he’d wake up, he would be significantly brain damaged and wouldn’t ever be able to function. 3 weeks ago. I had to wrap my mind around the concept of my vigorous, hyperactive, overachieving son being a…well…the one thing he would hate more than anything in this world.  After a week he was moved out of the Neuro ICU because “we’ve done all we can for him and he’s physically stable.” and “We need the bed”. He’d opened his eyes but wasn’t tracking, wasn’t seeming to respond.

And… 3 days later he was tracking movement, looking at his Fine Wife. Then one morning he started making sounds, very soft, possibly even just breathing. By that afternoon he was looking at me and trying to form words. 2 days later he was attempting to sit up, lifting his head, looking pissed off when he couldn’t say what he was thinking. Every day after that, more improvement, the occasional word, more purpose to his movements,

Now, 3 weeks later, this young man who wasn’t supposed to wake up, who we’d been told was going to be ‘minimally functional, at best”…he’s sitting up. He’s speaking some, cusses like a sailor when something hurts. His tracheotomy is gone and he’s swallowing water. He can use hand signals to respond to questions. His responses are appropriate. They’re moving him into a rehabilitation center in a couple of days. He’ll get to go home after a week or two, until his broken legs and arm heal enough to bear weight, then he’ll go back to rehab for a while.

Jesus looked at them and said, “With man it is impossible, but not with God. For all things are possible with God.”  Mark 10:27

You know, neurologists know a lot. They’ve been to a whole lot of school and based on the evidence they had, and the experience of past brain injuries, had no reason to believe anything other than what they told us. But you know what else? God is bigger than all that. You can’t tell Him anything. If Someone can breathe the universe into existence, raise a man who’d been dead for 4 days, grow a baby inside a woman, and make an octopus, then He can certainly take a broken body and brain and make it whole again.

Jesus said to her, “Did I not say to you that if you would believe you would see the glory of God?” Then they took away the stone from the place where the dead man was lying. And Jesus lifted up His eyes and said, “Father, I thank You that You have heard Me. And I know that You always hear Me, but because of the people who are standing by I said this, that they may believe that You sent Me.”  Now when He had said these things, He cried with a loud voice, “Lazarus, come forth!” And he who had died came out bound hand and foot with graveclothes, and his face was wrapped with a cloth. Jesus said to them, “Loose him, and let him go.”  John 11:40-44

I am going to admit I had doubt. I knew God COULD heal #3, if He wanted to. I was just…worried that He didn’t want to. I was scared for the future of #3 and his family. The Fella asked me why do I ask God for something specific then worry He won’t give it? Why am I surprised when God answers a prayer so gloriously? Because I’m human and sometimes God says no. I didn’t want Him to say no but I was scared He was going to. He didn’t this time. He said YES so resoundingly my ears are ringing.

Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.  Mark 11:24

And this is the confidence that we have toward him, that if we ask anything according to his will he hears us. And if we know that he hears us in whatever we ask, we know that we have the requests that we have asked of him. 1 John 5: 14-15

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Because God said so.

“Why do you doubt?”  Because none of this is making sense.  Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. Proverbs 3:5

“Why does it have to make sense?” Because I like a world that is sensible and orderly and predictable.  Thus says the LORD, Who gives the sun for light by day And the fixed order of the moon and the stars for light by night, Who stirs up the sea so that its waves roar; The LORD of hosts is His name:  Jeremiah 31:35

“By who’s standards?” Um…Mine?

It’s like this. #3’s recovery is going so fast I just can’t wrap my mind around it. I know that God’s timing isn’t the same as our timing.  But do not overlook this one fact, beloved, that with the Lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day. 2 Peter 3:8

i don’t think it’s so much as doubt as it is confusion and amazement. It’s just .not….NORMAL. but then God specializes in not-normal. He delights in surprising us. Then the Lord said to Samuel, “Behold, I am about to do a thing in Israel at which the two ears of everyone who hears it will tingle  1 Samuel 3:11

So there it is.  no one has ever accuse my life of being normal. I am thankful and grateful that God is in this and I have to continue to trust he knows what he’s doing.

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One day at a time

That phrase, the title up there, has taken on deeper meaning to me. I really DO have to take it one day at a time, celebrate the victories as they happen, and simply let tomorrow sit in the future, rather than making assumptions about it. Losing Himself 3-1/2 years ago taught me to not take tomorrow for granted, and #3’s accident, and the severity of his injuries, are making me realize how important it is to celebrate today, each small improvement, one day at a time.

This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. Psalm 118:24

One of the things I thought early on, when he first opened his eyes, was how his behaviors and movements were like those of a newborn baby. He could look at you very briefly then his gaze would slide away. His movement lacked purpose. he just…moved. We celebrated that. We didn’t know if he could see or hear, or if his limbs worked. Then he looked at us. First at his Fine Wife…really looked at her. She was the first person whom his gaze stuck to. His eyes followed her around the room. We celebrated that! Who ever thought having a grown man’s eyes follow you around the room would be something as exciting as that?

Then he would grab your hand if you put it in his. Remember the first time your child grabbed your hand and everyone commented on how strong his grip was? It wasn’t a purposeful grab, just a reflexive response to having something put in his hand. but it is there. His grip is stronger on the left side than the right. But then his brain was really banged around in that thick skull of his, so that isn’t surprising. He can move his right leg a little (it’s in a massive boot right now), so we know the right side works. Another reason to celebrate!

I was with him last week. When I first got there, he was starting to make little grunting noises…very small and soft. I wasn’t even sure they weren’t anything more than the way air was going through his throat. He had a tracheotomy so sounds weren’t easy. By the end of the day, they were louder and more deliberate. The next day he was looking directly at me and moving his lips, trying to form words. He would look at me directly when I said his name, and soon was able to look at other things and people if I pointed to them. His gaze had lost it’s random sliding around, and he was watching TV, people, and looking at pictures of his wife and child. When I played music for him, he would close his eyes and relax. Depending on the music, of course. Some of it he’d make a face and turn away.

But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “therefore I will hope in him.” The Lord is good to those who wait for him, to the soul who seeks him. Lamentations 3:21-25

At point, 2 weeks after his accident and still in ICU, he was watching Vanessa, the nursing assistant who was caring for him. He watched her through the door at the nurse’s station. I told her this and she came in, talking to him. Then she said “#3, you need some coffee.” and came back with a cup of black (I’d told her that was how he drank it) and a small sponge on a stick. She gave him a taste of coffee (his first taste of anything since the accident) and he closed his eyes and sighed, and bit down on the sponge. I told him if he’d let go of it, I would give him a little more, and he opened his mouth. Who would ever think a drop of coffee on a sponge would be a cause for celebration? That he understood what I said, and followed the logic of the request, was huge.

He was being cared for by one of the nurses one morning. They all talk to him constantly when working with him. She asked “Are you feeling ok this morning” (of course, not expecting an answer. ) and he said very clearly, “NO”. Startled, she asked him again and again he answered “NO”.  That was all he had to say that day. A couple of days later, I was repositioning him in the bed, and he looked at me, then looked away, and said “Dammit”. I stopped what I was doing, and asked him “Do you want to go home?” and he said “Yeah.” I celebrated. Who’d ever thought I’d celebrate my kid cussing at me, but right now if he let loose like a drunk longshoreman I’d probably shout and do cartwheels down the hallway.  He’s not talking regularly. No sentences are forming, but my boy’s in there, and he’s just having trouble making the brain and body talk to each other.

The Fine Wife has been with him throughout, and seen the small improvements. She had to return home for 4 days and I stayed with him. Now she is with him, and able to see a bit more. He is now holding the sponge-on-a-stick and bringing it to his mouth. He tries so hard to grab the stick and take it out of his mouth now. He’s trying even harder to say words, and she’s going to see about finding a speech therapist.

I talked with a friend who’s a developmental psychologist about his progress, and she said his progress follows the development of an infant’s abilities…only much faster. I’d said he was like a newborn baby when he first woke up. I can see what she means. He’s gone from a newborn 10 days ago, to about a 3 month old, only there’s the 26 year old mind still in there. He knows he’s got to work at this, but it’s a LOT of work and the frustration on his face at times is pretty intense.  “Oh that’s just reflexive facial expressions” Oh no it’s not. I’m his Mom. I’ve seen that look. That’s when he gets bullheaded and says “You can’t tell me I can’t do that. I’ll prove you wrong just to prove you wrong.” This pigheadedness of his will be what sees him through. It is why he is so good at the things he does…he just doesn’t give up until he’s perfected it.

We were told as soon as he could squeeze the doctor or therapist’s hand on command, twice in a row so they would know it wasn’t random, he would get into physical therapy.  The Fine Wife knows how to handle him. She has trained animals most of her life and knows the ways to gently guide them to do what they need to do. I know she will be what #3 needs to get ready for the next step, and get into rehabilitation.

I also know there will be plateaus in his recovery. I know it may even stop at a particular point and go no further. But I also know that today, he is alive, he knows us, and regardless his condition, has something to offer to us and to the world. I am choosing to celebrate that. This young man, the one the doctors said would probably never wake up and “most likely would never regain any function if he did” is a pigheaded, stubborn, “you can’t tell me nothin” miracle.  He has regained a level of function that has astonished the people who have been caring for him.

Early on, I asked God what He was teaching me through this. Each one of us in this with him is going to learn something that we need. I need patience, and to quit constantly planning planning planning. I spend so much time looking ahead that I forget to look around at the here and now. I forget to enjoy the momentary blessing that surround us all, because I’m so busy looking at the map. I miss the trees because I’m looking at the forest. So far, God has taught me that no, people do not wake up from head injuries as if nothing had happen. The TV shows lie about that. He has also taught me that it’s important to celebrate the small things that happen today. Look at today’s blessings and be grateful for them.  Obviously, there’s nothing wrong with planning for the future…but don’t spend so much time doing it that you forget to see what’s here today.

Go hug your kids. Tell your spouse you love him/her. Smell a flower and marvel at it. Instead of getting annoyed at the mess in the floor, rejoice that whoever made it is capable of doing it. We simply don’t know what the future holds for us, and it can change in a split second.

Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing. James 1:2-4

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Down Time

This past week The Fella and I were going to be in Portland Oregon, for the Portland Rose Festival. Obviously, that didn’t happen and you know what? I don’t even care. Instead, we were dealing with #3 and his life. Phone messages flew back and forth, The Fine Wife keeping us updated on #3’s slow-but-steady progress, baby steps of encouragement and lessons on patience and endurance.  I feel funny saying that, because it’s only been a couple of weeks and to me, endurance through something like this calls to mind something along the lines of months and years. It still may mean that, but the little signs of open eyes and the way his eyes follow The Grandpunkin around the room mean so much.

I’ve said before I have no idea how all this is going to unfold and play out. But then do any of us? We make plans, and forget that God is the one who’s directing this show. (Many are the plans in the mind of a man, but it is the purpose of the LORD that will stand. Proverbs 19:21)

But in all this…I was exhausted. I can only imagine how The Fine Wife feels, or #3, too. She’s been with him nonstop through this. I will be going back to where he’s at tomorrow, so she can go home for a few days. I hope she will be able to take a breath, maybe sleep an entire day (like I did Thursday). I am holding so hard to God right now He’d have fingerprint dents in His arm. I have this image in my mind, that sort of thing you see when a toddler is frightened and she’s holding on really tight to her father because she knows he’ll keep her safe, and he’s holding on tight to her because he wants her to know he’ll protect her.  (Though I walk in the midst of trouble, You preserve my life; You stretch out Your hand against the wrath of my enemies, and Your right hand delivers me. Psalm 138:7)

I read somewhere credible that the sense of smell is used with therapies for people with brain injuries. Smell is the most powerful memory-kicker. Think about what your grandmother’s house always smells like, or a particular perfume, and how smelling a pot roast reminds you of Sundays after church. I’ve been making a list of things I know #3 likes, and figuring out how to capture those scents so I can wave them under his nose. Mexican food, cordite, pickles, coffee…how to bag those aromas up and take them to him. What kind of shampoo does The Fine Wife use, what does Grandpunkin get washed in, what does home smell like? Today will be spent bagging aromas (or trying to). I’ve got some herbs in the garden- mint, cilantro- that will go as well.

Today will be packing and planning, gathering stuff for #3: a bluetooth speaker so he can listen to music from my phone. Fragrant things. Reading material for me. Planning and making lists and getting things in order. I want to take walking shoes because there’s 2 bits of time I’m not supposed to be in the room and those would be good times to take a trot around the hospital grounds for exercise. Last time I went was in an all-fired panic and I forgot to pack shirts and underwear, and had to make a quick trip to Stuff-Mart for such. This time, I’ll probably overpack but whatever. Better to have it and not need it, than need it and not have it. I need to remember a coffee cup, as refills are cheap (or free, if I can figure out which floor has a volunteer that day) Chargers for phone, speaker, and laptop. There I am, already listing. ( Take a lesson from the ants, you lazybones. Learn from their ways and become wise! Though they have no prince or governor or ruler to make them work, they labor hard all summer, gathering food for the winter. Proverbs 6:6-8)

Preparing makes me feel like I can be useful. The past few days of not being there with #3 was a little unnerving, but I know that he didn’t need me hovering and crying and flapping my hands. The time allowed me to gather my senses and rely on The Fine Wife’s calm spirit and sensible manner to take care of him exactly how he needed. Now I can go there, follow her lead on things, and let her take a break. The plan is to take care of him in this way- tag-teaming so we each can recuperate and be who he needs.

But the down time…so important. Doing nothing, thinking about nothing more pressing than whether to use peanut butter or almond butter on a sandwich, being able to put the situation in God’s hands completely (as a control freak, I have trouble with that) and trust Him to take care of #3 (which He has, far beyond my expectations),  has meant I feel rested and ready to give The Fine Wife a break.

I want to thank everyone who has been praying for #3 and Family.  God hears our prayers, and answers them according to His will. (I cried to Him with my mouth, and high praise was on my tongue. If I had cherished iniquity in my heart, the Lord would not have listened. But truly God has listened; He has attended to the voice of my prayer. Blessed be God, because He has not rejected my prayer or removed His steadfast love from me! Psalm 66:17-20) (And this is the confidence that we have toward Him, that if we ask anything according to His will He hears us. And if we know that He hears us in whatever we ask, we know that we have the requests that we have asked of Him. 1John 5:14-15) (and many many other bits all woven throughout the Bible that assure us God hears our prayers). It is so incredibly encouraging to all of us involved in this. I will pass your messages of love and encouragement on to #3.

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Patience

I’ve been wondering what we are supposed to learn from this thing with #3. What am I missing, character-wise? Please don’t answer that. But like I’ve said before, God uses situations to perfect us. It’s called sanctification. He takes the stuff we go through and improves us, makes us more like He wants us to be. It takes our entire lives to do this…I don’t think we will get there wholly until we die. (And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ. Phillipians 1:6)

So what *am* I supposed to learn? Tell me! Tell me NOW!

I get things in my email from several different ministries. One is a daily devotional, one is a weekly thing for parents, and one is a weekly wrap up of an online Christian magazine. All 3 of them were about patience. That’s never happened before, that all 3 would be the same thing, use the same verses from the Bible, and discuss the same topic from 3 different perspectives. I commented on that to The Fella, and he said “OBVIOUSLY God thinks you need patience.”   (But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience. Romans 8:25) (Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. Romans 12:12)

Oh…right. So I said “God, give me patience please, RIGHT NOW.”

You know, it’s a thing that has to be exercised. Like building a muscle, you build patience by doing it, a little at a time, and eventually it gets easier. I suppose it’s working. I’ve been able to wait for The Fine Wife’s twice-daily updates, rather than panicking every couple of hours and texting her. And, he’s getting better…slowly, very gradually, one little triumph at a time.

I’ve also learned to celebrate each small victory, and quit with the worrying about the next one. Today, he’s doing better. Today, he opened his eyes more, and moved more. I’m not thinking about tomorrow. He may need to take a rest and not do anything more for a few days. I’m going to have to be ok with that, and have patience.

I have no way of knowing how much he’ll recover. There isn’t a scan or a test that can tell you that. Only God knows, and He knows the why of it all. I have to have patience, trust in His plan for #3, and celebrate today that he’s opened his eyes and is moving his body. He’s not responding to the nurses commands (stuff like “squeeze my hand” and “give me a thumbs up”), but he’s never been one to do what other people tell him. He honestly might just be tired of them asking that. He is more active when Grandpunkin is there, and when his Fine Wife works with the physical therapist to move him around.

I have to be patient. I don’t like it. Our world isn’t a patient place. But what do they know…

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