Re: Sweetsue's Tiny Closet - Second Grow - Sweet Dark Devil & Bomb Berry Bomb - CFL -
I started writing this two hours ago. I finished it three minutes ago. I work fast. Brace yourselves. Seriously.
This has been one of the most frantic days in..... my God! These have become the mainstay of my days!!!!! Sorry, but this is total shit!!!
We went to be fitted for a prosthetic leg today all giddy with hope that the end was a little nearer. Then the rehabilitation doctor took the bandage off the back of his only heel, the one that had a tiny spot when he was admitted into the nursing home on the 23rd of Feb, the one I pointed out to the staff on admission and took a photo of so we could watch it. It had rubbed raw last week as he went from bed to toilet, rubbed against the small wheel on the front of the wheelchair that he didn't feel because he has neuropathy, so it's been bandaged. Yesterday morning as I arrived the wound care nurse had assured me it was healing well. That little spot is a silver dollar-sized ulcer, just beginning to drain.
We have an emergency meeting with the vascular surgeon tomorrow morning at 9:15. Who knows where this leads? What we do know right now is that the new leg is on a minimum 6-week hold. What the staff at the nursing home now knows is that I expect him ready to bring home next Friday, if we have to have him go up those stairs on his ass. I was a bit hard on the iPad typing that. Sorry.
My life doesn't run on drama. I insist that I work right through the fear to love. Insist on it. There is no other way in my world. When you look back five years from now you will see this as the best thing that could have happened at the time. Everything can be viewed in those terms. It's a reason to celebrate. I had worked through most of it and was headed to joy when I got home tonight.
As I came through my front door, tense at the thought that I had to leave him there (best nurse, subs there and adores Dale) I got a text from him. A screen of kisses. I laughed and sent my own affections back. It's our code now - I text him, he calls me. We started talking about him coming home and suddenly we were laughing about his boney ass and how he needs those buns of steel and how it's a good thing I can teach him Callanetics right here because, baby, he's going to need it.
I won't deny that life has thrown us more than our share of curve balls. I admit that today was a roller coaster ride filled with terror, frustration, anger and uncertainty. I still can't wrap my head around the possible implications. But after almost twenty years of being bombarded with these challenges, we know you still have to make it through and keep going. To do that with laughter and joy makes the entire process bearable. If you could rise above the timeline far enough you would see the outcome that made all this struggle worth it.
Seriously guys, this joy thing works. We're going to be ok.