Night 9
After Chy left and my husband came back in I lost it. I was exhausted after 9 days of little sleep, constant stress and fear, unbelievable emotional pain and a helplessness I could not get rid of.
I look at this beautiful man, I have loved for 16 years. We have had some tough times and always made it through. But this..this was bigger than anything I could imagine.
And all I could think of at that moment was he deserved a much better life.
I wept. I asked if he was sure he was up for this. I told him I would understand if he couldn’t handle the daunting changes coming my way. Colin wasn’t his son. He did not
owe us or have any obligation. I pointed out I was going to be poor the rest of my life, helping Colin learn to live and how to train his body again. It would mean alot of
time in town, away from home. I was afraid he would hate me and leave someday.
I wondered if I should quit my job should they want me to return to work in 6 days. Could the District really expect me to handle 40 teenagers AND teach them math?
Maybe I should retire. Maybe I could file for bankruptcy.
I crumbled. “I don;t know what to do.” I wept. “This is bigger than I can deal with”
He tried to calm me down and I did after a bit. Then he had to leave to go take care of our animals. He would come back down he said. He needed to tonight.
I said ok, walking him out to the elevator as it was banishment time again. Colin was exhausted and sleeping.
My husband left and I called my mom and my friend and wept and felt helpless and feared for the future. I emailed my sister and wept some more. I left a message with
a therapist we hand seen in the recent past and asked if she could help me find a “dr note.”
Then I went back into his room. They were doing more respiratory therapy and clearing more out of his lungs. The nurse had given him a bath and he seemed more rested.
Colin wanted more shoulder massages and I obliged, feeling guilty for neglecting his legs and feet.
I made sure to scratch his belly and tickle his knees, rub his arms and flex his fingers. And I felt the tension and tremors in his shoulders. I was on the verge of weeping every time I looked at him.
My husband called me and told me he had spoken with his Aunt, who has had to deal with similar situations. “We are going to get a Dr note tomorrow. I am trying to
help.” He choked back tears. “I love you, I want to help.”
“You are helping. I could not do it without you. I love you my husband.” I hung up and looked forward to when I could see him again. I missed him so badly.
I asked the gods, the laws of nature to please get my boy through this. Take my health and give it to him. I will get cancer, I will take his place. Taking his pain away will
take away mine. I can take my own physical pain and misfortune far easier than I can take my child’s. I asked for something positive for him. He had been given one
discouraging day after another since the accident.
I massaged him more and I got a message form our therapist. She would help us if she could. I felt better after seeing him resting. I felt his trembling shoulders relax under my hands. I saw a it of rest on his face.
My husband came up by 10:30. We waited to make sure he was going to rest after getting more meds and went to my in laws home.
I cleaned up the best I could (after bleeding through my jeans onto the chair) and laid down. I felt dazed, as if I was overloaded. My husband wanted to show me pictures of our animals he had taken but I was drowning in dis-pair He brought us water, turned out the light and held me while I wept myself to exhaustion.
I wailed how afraid I was, how helpless, how I had never experienced so much pain and anguish how I missed our life and lamented we would not be having what we wanted, yet again.
He didn’t let me go and I finally slept in his arms, gaining a few hours respite to prepare for the next day.