Skip to main content

Long spans of OK-ness in between short bursts of sadness...

So, I was driving home yesterday afternoon, minding my own business, and flipping through radio stations. I came upon the Cure song "Pictures of You", and the first verse set me thinking about Aaron:
I've been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they're real
I've been living so long with my pictures of you
That I almost believe that the pictures are
All I can feel
Then, I flipped stations, and was lucky enough to catch the very beginning of the Beatles' "Let It Be". The two combined just put me into a very reflective, slightly depressed mood.

Then, last night, right before bed, at the end of iCaught (this "Internet fad" news show on ABC) they showed a montage of people's videos and photos summing up their "week in 3 words." One of the videos they showed was just a guy fighting back tears, the pain obvious on his face, and held a sheet of paper that read simply "we just miscarried."

Throwing that onto the heap, and I was pretty much done for. I guess I was overdue for a good cry (the last one I had being largely alcohol-fueled), because I feel somewhat better today.

Here's hoping.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I love you. Consider yourself hugged.

Mom

Popular posts from this blog

Aaron didn't make it.

About 3 hours ago, Aaron passed away. After speaking with his doctors earlier in the last few weeks, we decided that if at any point they were no longer supporting Aaron's life, but instead preventing him from dying, that we didn't want him to suffer any longer. We reached that point this morning. Aaron had been struggling for life from Day One, and after surgery, and several weeks of fighting, Aaron ran out of strength. He fought hard, but the strain of surgery just proved to be too much for him. I'm sure I'll feel up to posting more information later. I just don't seem to have any energy left in me for relating this at the moment. But I did feel it was important to share this information with all of you who have been keeping tabs on us. Thank you for your concern, your prayers, and your well-wishes during this difficult time. We love you. P.S.: I'd like to leave you with the following lyrics that popped into my head while we held Aaron as he passed away. They ...

IT WASN'T NEC!

After a long day of sitting at the hospital, hoping for the best, and preparing for the worst, the surgeon came in to talk to us and revealed to us that things went better than anyone could have possibly expected. Aaron never had an infection. What he did have though, was a hernia. He had a loop of intestine trapped beneath another loop, and while it was never "infected," it was trapped and deprived of blood, so it was dead. The surgeon removed the damaged loop, and thankfully, there is plenty more intestine left in there for Aaron. He's recovering peacefully from today's surgery, and was already at 28% oxygen (21% is room air) on the ventilator, and his other stats were all back where they were pre-surgery. He's doing fine. I want to thank everyone for their prayers and well-wishes during this time. I fully believe that Aaron wouldn't have rebounded from yesterday's procedure so quickly, and wouldn't have been as ready for today's if not for those...

Aaron's got attitude.

Apparently last night's phlegm wad gave everyone involved a bit of comic relief. Tonight, his nurse Heather told me that after all the stress Aaron had them under, when they essentially pulled a nickel sized booger out of his lungs they had to chuckle that THIS was what was causing all the problems. (I don't know about you but a nickel sized phlegm wad coming from MY throat would be gross - imagine it from someone his size). She also said the moment it was out Aaron opened one of his eyes, looked around and started kicking his feet as if to say, "What's going on guys - what was THAT !" She said about an hour later after Aaron forced them to put him back onto the regular ventilator (because he was trying to breathe on his own when he was on a ventilator that is supposed to breathe FOR him), he looked at her like, "What did I do?" Of course these are words that Heather put in his mouth, but often Aaron's nurses and I have conversations and the nurses w...