The days crawled by while Don's girls stayed by his side nearly around the clock waiting for him to wake up, unsure of the outcome. With a team of doctors, nurses, and specialists working to see him come back to us, his girls bullied and cajoled the hospital staff for information. He paid them back by stubbornly fighting his way back. It started with just toe wiggling to communicate a simple "yes". It wasn't long before he was trying to get out of bed despite the trach tube, IV lines, and EKG cables.
He's been fighting the odds the whole way but the doctors are surprisingly optimistic and are just dumbfounded by his recovery rate considering his plethora of complications along the way. To give you some idea of how shaky the doctors were I'll share something that Lana shared with me.
Lana was in Don's room when a respiratory therapist came by to remove his trach tube. The man looked a little distraught and red-eyed. Lana commented on it and he replied,
"You don't recognize me do you?"
The past few days have been pretty hectic for Lana running on little sleep so it was probably no surprise that she didn't.
"I put this trach in your father. It's not to often I get to take one out under such good circumstances so excuse me if I'm a little misty eyed."
It's going to be a long road of recovery but Don's one strong-willed man. I can't imagine the emotional roller coaster the man has been on but I'm happy he decided to stay with us. Watching the love of his daughters has been inspiring, humbling, and eye opening. It's a eye-opening reminder to me why we're all really here. In the end everything else is all just background noise to the love we have the opportunity to share with those we care about. When I was in the military I had the fortunate opportunity to work with a guy named Lou. Whenever one of the ambulances wouldn't start, someone showed up late for their shift, they threatened to take our office away, etc. he'd always just shrug and throw in his personal motto,
"In one hundred years, who's gonna care?"
I always smurked and dismissed it as Lou's attempt at humor but the phrase stuck in my head. I've taken it as a quiet mantra over the years and at times like now it becomes all too clear what he meant, or at least, what I took from it.
If I seem a bit like an emotional train wreck, it's only because it's been one hell of a ride the past week. Don and I have had our differences in the past. Disagreements on various things but we've also a lot in common as well. We're both just not very communicative verbally and that tends to get in the way when living with someone. When you dismiss all the "background noise" he's quite an incredible guy that I've always looked up to in a lot of ways. It's like a fresh start but not just for him.
|Olivia has a basket spilling over with toys in the living room and she chooses to spend a majority of her day playing with her old diaper box. She's got such an awesome Bubba who jumps at the chance to make his sister smile.|