So Many Lives in 18 Days
I really do need to put the pictures on my phone in albums. Then I can have some illusion of control over when I come face-to-face with the realities of December 15 - January 1. Today I was scrolling through looking at pictures of my home decorating projects when my eyes landed on a picture of Chandler in his special bed that kept him immobile and automatically turned every 20 minutes. I wasn't expecting to see that today, at least not with my physical eyes.
So many different lives during those 18 days.
Dear God, will I ever see my son alive again? Will he make it out of surgery? What will they tell us when they come through those doors?
He’s alive, but it’s touch and go for the next 72 hours. He will never walk again, and he suffered a traumatic brain injury.
He’s strong enough for spinal surgery and foot repair. Hope.
Surgeries went very well. Moving toward our new normal. We will convert our downstairs office to a bedroom and put ramps to the front door and living room. I will go with him to Craig Hospital or Casa Colina for intensive spinal rehab. We will do whatever we have to do to get him to his best life. I will probably get a call someday that he’s been injured doing a backflip off something in his wheelchair.
He’s not responding as they’d hoped. We’ll just keep praying and trying. Chandler, show us something, anything, that lets us know you are here.
No more days with Chandler. No hope for flips in a wheelchair. No more lives to live in Mission Hospital SICU Room 6.