Therapy

Wed, Oct 26

Gary is doing a bit better. His breathing is getting stronger, he is more able to clear his throat and the feverish stuff is subsiding.

He has begun therapy, both Occupational and Physical. These activities have improved his spirits as he now has something to work at and look forward to each day. 

He also got a haircut last night and was very happy about that.

For those of you asking about his psychological condition...well, that's a tough question to answer. Right now is a very difficult time. Neither one of us knows exactly what we are in for. It's always hard to face the unknown, isn't it? Just getting through each day without feeling hopeless is a triumph, so in that regard he is doing a great job. He is so strong. Whenever I ask "How are you doing?" the answer is always "Fine".

Each time I refrain from saying "Liar, liar, pants on fire" is an accomplishment for me.

Here is a story that is so sweet I feel like my fingers will hurt when I type it:

My 89 year old father is recovering from several different cancers and still undergoing chemo. When we told him about Gary's accident he sped immediately to Gary's bedside.

Gary wasn't seeing anyone, but he allowed Dad in. Dad said he just wanted to say ONE THING.

Gary: "I love you, Bill. Who would have thought you would live longer than me?"

Bill (Dad): "I love you like my own son and I came to see if I can trade places with you."

OK, here are some angels; Gayle for care packages, Ann and Stosh for fruit basket, Jan for doing investigative legwork, Santa Tommy and "Little John" for getting the bird's nest out of the garage door opener and fixing that problem. A huge thanks to Gary's brother Randy for filling in for me and doing some "guy" stuff with Gary.

Please - if you helped us and I forgot, I am so sorry. There have been so many angels, thank you all.

One more note. I have found that I am progressing along some kind of journey. My most recent revelation is that I am trying to figure out the part about humor.

At first I couldn't laugh.

Then I thought I shouldn't laugh.

Now I feel I need to laugh.

I pray that no one thinks I am treating any part of this lightly as I share my silliness while I try to cope. Thank you for your understanding.

Judi