“Nice way to wake up,” I snarled at the nurses. From my hard, fold-out chair beside my son’s hospital bed, I saw three nurses and heard Deane crying as they peeled his eyelids back to put eye drops his still sleeping eyes. I fell back in my bed and really felt like I might not … Continue reading
We need a win. That was the thought I came out of the meeting with all the staff involved in our son’s care. They went around the table and talked about the issues: his eating – or lack thereof; his hydration – through an NG tube they’re in no hurry to remove; his weight bearing … Continue reading
Today was a day about building on gains. The medical establishment isn’t happy with a spark here and peek there of the person before surgery. It wants you on solidly on the road back to your regular self with your regular routine. So today was about eating and drinking more. There really wasn’t much else on … Continue reading