What’s her excuse this time?
Why the even longer gap between posts? Two months – not impressive for someone starting a blog and hoping to build a community. Not at all.
This will sound like it belongs in the category of “the cat ate my homework,” but the honest-to-gosh truth is, my husband had a medical emergency out of the blue. It involved two hospitals, three surgeries, and several complications throughout June and July. He is home now, with nurse visits a couple of times a week and IV nutrition for 16 hours every day. With luck, he’ll be back to normal in September.
I feel there’s enough material to start another blog about our experiences – and maybe it would be more interesting than the Cinder Cone! All about PICC lines and TPN and J-P drains and Foley catheters (ouch!) and “interesting” hospital roommates and hours waiting in the Emergency Room. And finding out the results of an emergency surgery at 1:30 a.m. And other stuff.
Other than being incredibly exhausted and losing 7 pounds, I got through the ordeal pretty well. The support of friends and family made a HUGE difference for me.
What about our sons? How did they fare?
Nathan wouldn’t go see his dad in the hospital. I’m not sure whether it was because the hospital was a large unfamiliar public place, or because he was afraid of seeing his father so messed up. In one conversation we had, Nathan told me, “Let me make this clear: I don’t go to weddings, and I don’t go to funerals – no matter WHO it is.” To me, this meant he was grappling with the thought of losing his dad. When Nathan finally saw him at home, he said, “Gee Dad, you look,,,what’s the word I’m looking for? Well, you look like you’re dying.” Thank goodness we’ve had years of exposure to Asperger-speak! Nathan has had a few agitated episodes in the past few weeks, but otherwise seems to be stable.
Alan had graduated (yes!!) two days before this all started. A few weeks ago he moved out of state to start his new life at technical school. So we were not paying much attention to him in the 6 weeks between the end of school and moving out. Alan acted like he didn’t care all that much about what was happening, only that his dad’s problems were inconvenient when they impacted his fun. We are grateful to our friends who took time to hang out with Alan, to listen when he vented, and to help him pack! In Alan’s case, it took a village to launch him out of the village.
What happens next for the Cinder Cone? (What happens next in life? I feel like the giant foot from Monty Python has squashed us a few times this year, and may come back again!) Weekly blog posts may be too much to expect in the near future. But I’ll do what I can, when I can, to get this blog back on track.