Twists and turns

We’ve had a few rough days down here in the trenches. It’s New England cold and especially so in the wind by the water.

The stress of things has everyone feeling under the weather. Yet we are on the road to the far away hospital. It all feels very heavy and very serious. The far away hospital, where the surgery was performed has called us all in to make some hard decisions. It sounds like our patient has taken a turn for the worse. Oh the sadness of Gs mom. It’s an enviable situation but with good news here and there, we started thinking he might be home for Christmas.

No one knows with these things. That still may happen. Today, however, we are squaring our shoulders and going in to face another big unknown.

Apparently he was unresponsive in the morning. Though he rallied, he still wasn’t doing great. After five grueling hours, straight talk from the doctor, and a Bipap machine, we left him resting comfortably. It was dark and cold and the parking garage at Yale is quite the maze. Finally we got on the highway and were maneuvering through thick traffic back to our tiny town. New Haven is a big city without much charm. Did you know that the actual prestigious Yale college is right in the center of this city. In fact the hospital is part of the university. It’s why this hospital is so much better than the local one.

Still, it’s been a day. The hospital won’thave a cure. He did come through the surgery surprisingly well, but it’s down to taking each day one at a time. Tomorrow will be more of the same as far as they can tell us. Every time we start relaxing into a seeming recovery (which appears to be going well) something else, mostly unrelated comes up. Its a sad unpredictable rollercoaster.

What I realized, inside everything thats happening, the jeep in the shop, coming down with whatever bug I seem to be coming down with, is an odd gift. I feel so under the weather that I can not wait for supper and I definitely can not sit through a whole hockey game. Blessed bed for me! No need to excuse myself. Just some painkiller and my pajamas. I left G with some one-on-one time with his mom.

It’s been a long strange day…Tomorrow is yet to be. A goodnight’s sleep iwill be a wonderful gift