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Growing up by appointment

“You are doing really well.” The words hung in the room. I wasn’t sure how to respond. It was a rather unexpected comment as the doctor was getting up to leave. It was the end of a three hour clinic visit – my son’s last clinic visit at the pediatric rehab hospital where he’s been … Continue reading

Riding alone

It is very strange to be sitting here at 3:30. For 14 ½ years, 3:30 has been time to drop what I was doing and meet the school bus. Since my son was in preschool, he has taken a school-sanctioned bus twice a day and my day has been regulated by that bus. The arrival … Continue reading

Help

“You don’t know how to do this, so I’ll help you,” the voice said to me over the phone. “I’m helping you because you’ve never done this, dear. Next year, you’ll start earlier.” OK, I admit my pride bristled at the tone and the assumption that I didn’t know what I was doing. Unfortunately, the … Continue reading

New Year’s – take 2

I’m celebrating my second New Year’s Eve in the hospital. Dec. 31, 2012, passed with barely a cheer. Tonight, we are anticipating the real beginning of our New Year – going home. While New Year’s is about looking forward, it is also a time for reflecting on what has gone before. Here, on our second … Continue reading

Five days and counting…

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

No rest

There is no resting on your laurels in the world of physio. Last week Deane was weight bearing for the first time since his operation. A few days of pulling himself up on a turntable to aid in transferring and we’re moving on. This week, it is assisted walking. Deane was able in the past … Continue reading

The hard work

His hands grip the bar. His head hangs down. But on the count of three, you can see his legs tense and start to push his body up. For most of us, standing up is a simple process we do without thinking. For Deane, it is something he is having to relearn, to reteach his … Continue reading

The white flag

“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

More himself … in every way

I alternated between shouting and pleading. My son alternated his yelling between loud and louder. I was too frustrated to worry about the scene we were making.  I’m sure we weren’t the first people to have such a showdown. I had taken Deane to see the therapy dogs that are brought into the hospital every … Continue reading

Looking for a win

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