As you can tell if you've read the post below that my one and only got very sick. Deaths door sick with a high probability of brain damage. The very thing that destroys you in moments causing you to quickly rearrange life and prioritize whats important. The doom and gloom of this week has shifted me into a funk without an escape hatch.
Today I found the “Break Glass In Case Of Emergency” hammer in my wife. Rediscovering all the things that makes me love her so has been a time machine of emotions, jaded with age and dare I say knowledge. We invented a sort of sign language, since she cant talk, and spent the day communicating. Not the “talking” that people mostly do, but inventing a bond that no one else understands by simply watching closely and paying attention.
The tube should come out tomorrow (Monday) and she'll be moved into a regular floor room and out of ICU. A bunch of the ER and ICU people that worked on and cared for her over the last 9 days came by today to she how she was doing. I began to grasp how dismal her outlook was.
I want to get right past this last week and jump and sing about how great shes doing, and truly my heart strings were strummed a few times today. Esp when the doctor came in and she, with no words, made it perfectly clear to him that she wanted the tube out. I beamed like a father whos newborn took his first step, said his first word, scored the winning goal and graduated college all in one moment. I musta been acting like a geek. Oh well.
I looked outside the hospital today. I swear that it has been picked up and moved 3 feet closer to the East. Moved on the shoulders of Buffy's family and friends world wide. Why East? Closer to the rising sun that is my wife. You guys rock!
Up next. The road to recovery. I'll keep posting as this week starts off. I've got to go back to work on Tuesday, so things are gonna get weird fast. Cant wait to see how this goes.
Prayer. It does a family good.