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We were so bored we were going stir crazy. Don’t get me wrong – being bored in a hospital is a good thing. It means nothing medically “interesting” is going on. Nurses and doctors came and went, checking on us, but it was all talk, no prodding, poking, or worse. We were so uninteresting, they … Continue reading
Deane is being discharged on Friday – 80 days after his hip surgery. It has been quite a journey: the oxygen masks, the suction tubes, the abduction wedge, the knee immobilizers, the physio, the NG tubes, the minced food, the pressure sore, the in-house school and the recreation; Christmas, New Year’s and my birthday; the … Continue reading
On the wall of his bedroom, hangs a large collage of pictures. There’s Deane as an infant in his father’s arms, as a six-year-old on a carousel in Paris, meeting the Raptor – the mascot of his favourite basketball team, skiing with the family, tubing with his cousins and him with many friends. I made … Continue reading
We were given a weekend pass to come home. This is chance to see if there is equipment or accommodations we would need to be able to bring Deane home. But for Deane, it’s an opportunity to come home for the first time since December. Excited didn’t begin to express his mood today.
So I finally asked the doctor what it would take for us to get out of the hospital. Only today did I feel we were close enough to the end to ask what hurdles remained. In general, medical staff – the doctors, nurses, specialists – talk about the immediate, which test needs to be done … Continue reading
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