Hope everyone out there has enjoyed their Christmas break. We had a lovely Christmas ... on so many levels.
We just returned from the hospital .... and the external fixation device (the pins) on Conor's wrist has been removed. Truth be told ... he was quite anxious about the whole procedure.
As some of you may be aware, Conor has been suffering from anxiety attacks over the past couple of weeks. He has spoken to some of us old timers who get them ... and some not so old timers ... and is reasonably comfortable with the fact that they're real ... and that he cannot really control their onset. All he can control is how long they last. He is getting remarkably good at recognizing them and not feeding into the panic part of the disorder. To those of you out there who've had them ... you know exactly what I am talking about ... This is one of the manifestations of Post Traumatic Stress ... and just something else that Conor will have to handle in the months ahead.
Back to the pins ... I watched the whole procedure and the technician was a little shocked. I haven't shied away from anything yet ... not about to start now. The pins holding the "rice krispies" were taken out with pliers ... and the four pins supporting the device were drilled out. Conor gushed a bit of blood ... but overall, he was mightily relieved. It was not anywhere near as bad as he thought. They put some light dressings on the open pin sights, Conor moved his wrist to a more comfortable position and they casted him up. They x-rayed and were pleased with the healing that has taken place. As mentioned previously, there is a small mal-alignment of the joint ... that may require surgery down the road ... but all in all ... once the cast comes off....guitar playing begins!
Next week, we have another appointment with the ortho, preceded by a nerve conduction test. Uncle Tommy terrified Conor with his description of what's involved in that test ... thin needles in the nerve and electric current ... but we've got to be sure that there is no nerve damage. So in Ciaran's inimitable words: "Suck it up princess".
Hard to believe that all of this has happened in just 6 short weeks! Next, I think they'll be giving him the go ahead for weight-bearing on the leg! Already, he's been asking about when he can drive! When I first started this site ... Conor's Journey ... I was living minute by minute. Each breath Conor took was all I would allow myself to think about. A mere six weeks later and we're talking about walking, playing guitar and driving! Due, my friends, in no small part to your prayers, your positive energy and your incredible love. You have been integral parts of something rare ... a real life miracle. This journey has been nothing short of miraculous ... and I am proud (and blessed) to have had your company!
Friday, December 29, 2006
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Merry Christmas
It's 8:15 on Christmas Eve. I am sitting at my computer with a strong cup of coffee and a wee Drambuie. My boys are sitting in the living room laughing at a Christmas Story (I wanted to see It's a Wonderful Life and got over-ruled).
The presents are all wrapped downstairs ... Ciaran minded Conor while I zoomed out and did a quick shop (I think he might have had ulterior motives!) ... and I shall bring them upstairs and place them under our little gold disco tree when the boys are tucked in. Just like the old days ... but missing that little glass of Baileys I used to share with Mikey! All in all ... it is a lovely night!
Conor was back to the ortho on Friday. The pins in his wrist will come out on Friday. Truth be told .. I think he's a little nervous about the procedure. They assure him that it's the sound of the drill that is off-putting ... but I wonder how many of them have had pins/screws drilled into the bones of their wrist? After the procedure, he'll get a little cast ... and then it's really wait and see.
Conor has had a rough week. After Mike's anniversary, he lost his appetite. To say he can hardly afford to do so, is an understatement. I've been making BOOST smoothies ... but it's very hard to hide the taste of BOOST. Today, I just made a smoothy ... lots of ice cream, milk, fruit and honey. Brian Doyle dropped by the house today with a lovely card and present ... and suggested that we add spinach and broccoli to the smoothy. I think I'll have to sneak those ingredients into the house. Jill Doyle dropped by later in the day with a lovely banana cake ... that should help put on the pounds. Thanks to everyone who is bringing over those high calorie goodies ... how do you explain to Ciaran that they're really just for Conor! Tomorrow, we'll have a little bird with all the trimmings ... between that and the turkey sandwiches over the next couple of days ... he should be back to normal.
Thank you to all who have dropped by with good wishes (and good food). It is so good to see you all and it does Conor's heart good. A moment here to wish everyone a very safe and happy Christmas. Brian's card held an Irish blessing, and I'd like to relay it to you all:
The presents are all wrapped downstairs ... Ciaran minded Conor while I zoomed out and did a quick shop (I think he might have had ulterior motives!) ... and I shall bring them upstairs and place them under our little gold disco tree when the boys are tucked in. Just like the old days ... but missing that little glass of Baileys I used to share with Mikey! All in all ... it is a lovely night!
Conor was back to the ortho on Friday. The pins in his wrist will come out on Friday. Truth be told .. I think he's a little nervous about the procedure. They assure him that it's the sound of the drill that is off-putting ... but I wonder how many of them have had pins/screws drilled into the bones of their wrist? After the procedure, he'll get a little cast ... and then it's really wait and see.
Conor has had a rough week. After Mike's anniversary, he lost his appetite. To say he can hardly afford to do so, is an understatement. I've been making BOOST smoothies ... but it's very hard to hide the taste of BOOST. Today, I just made a smoothy ... lots of ice cream, milk, fruit and honey. Brian Doyle dropped by the house today with a lovely card and present ... and suggested that we add spinach and broccoli to the smoothy. I think I'll have to sneak those ingredients into the house. Jill Doyle dropped by later in the day with a lovely banana cake ... that should help put on the pounds. Thanks to everyone who is bringing over those high calorie goodies ... how do you explain to Ciaran that they're really just for Conor! Tomorrow, we'll have a little bird with all the trimmings ... between that and the turkey sandwiches over the next couple of days ... he should be back to normal.
Thank you to all who have dropped by with good wishes (and good food). It is so good to see you all and it does Conor's heart good. A moment here to wish everyone a very safe and happy Christmas. Brian's card held an Irish blessing, and I'd like to relay it to you all:
May your loved ones
be gathered around you;
May your friends find
their way to your door;
May the spirit of Christmas
and Heaven's own joy
Be with you forever more!
Sort of how I feel. Grab your loved ones, your friends, and hold them tight. Commit these moments to memory because life is so fragile ...
In Gaelic: Nollaig Shona agus Athbhliain Faoi Mhaise
Bless you all and enjoy the holidays!
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Many Thanks
Words escape me.
The outpouring of love today has been overwhelming. Thank you all for your love and support. There appear to have been scores of glasses raised tonight in honour of my husband, Conor & Ciaran's father, and your very good friend. Synchronicity! That he had such an impact on so many people --- is great comfort! That so many people miss him as intensely as we do --- a great boon.
For all the phone calls, all the love ... I cannot thank you enough. To know that so many, many people feel his loss and mourn his passing ... to know that I am not alone ... you cannot imagine how much that eases the pain. God bless you all ... and from the bottom of my "healing" heart ... thank you!
By the way ... tonight the Bruins won ...
The outpouring of love today has been overwhelming. Thank you all for your love and support. There appear to have been scores of glasses raised tonight in honour of my husband, Conor & Ciaran's father, and your very good friend. Synchronicity! That he had such an impact on so many people --- is great comfort! That so many people miss him as intensely as we do --- a great boon.
For all the phone calls, all the love ... I cannot thank you enough. To know that so many, many people feel his loss and mourn his passing ... to know that I am not alone ... you cannot imagine how much that eases the pain. God bless you all ... and from the bottom of my "healing" heart ... thank you!
By the way ... tonight the Bruins won ...
Monday, December 18, 2006
A Quiet Weekend
We had a lovely, quiet, uneventful weekend. No anxiety attacks, no hospital visits ... just a wonderful visit from Conor's Uncle Johnny, Aunt Kathleen, cousin Patrick and Kailey. We were able to replenish our strength and bask in the love of family. It was thoroughly enjoyable.
Conor had the nurse in this morning, and they will come now every other day. The pins are healing nicely and Conor's recuperative ability (as we have seen so far) is extraordinary! Good genes I guess. He's had a few friends over for quiet visits and they do him good as well. He's on his last pain med (for nerve pain) and his last Celebrex (anti-inflammatory) today ... from now on --- it's ADVIL (if necessary)!
Our routine at home is fairly established now. He spends time on the computer each day, naps, eats, naps, eats ... and is healing. He has his first physiotherapy appointment tomorrow, preceded by his first cognitive therapy session. He should be all done tomorrow in time for his afternoon nap.
Tomorrow ... as many of you know is the anniversary of Mikey's death. I feel confident that Mikey is only too aware that our focus is elsewhere. Prior to the accident, I dreaded the 19th of December. Now ... it will just be another day where our son continues to heal ... no more dread -- no anxiety. The Great Weaver at work again, perhaps! I plan to hoist a glass at 9:30 tomorrow evening and remember with great fondness ---a time gone by. I miss him terribly . . .
One of Ciaran's friends has arranged a ticket for him for the Sens game ... Ottawa vs. the Bruins. Seems fitting that Ciaran should share that alone with his Dad.
So tonight ... my friends ... a few extra prayers. Prayers of strength for us down here ... and in gratitude to a great man on the "other side", who was able to intervene and prevent a greater tragedy from occurring.
Conor had the nurse in this morning, and they will come now every other day. The pins are healing nicely and Conor's recuperative ability (as we have seen so far) is extraordinary! Good genes I guess. He's had a few friends over for quiet visits and they do him good as well. He's on his last pain med (for nerve pain) and his last Celebrex (anti-inflammatory) today ... from now on --- it's ADVIL (if necessary)!
Our routine at home is fairly established now. He spends time on the computer each day, naps, eats, naps, eats ... and is healing. He has his first physiotherapy appointment tomorrow, preceded by his first cognitive therapy session. He should be all done tomorrow in time for his afternoon nap.
Tomorrow ... as many of you know is the anniversary of Mikey's death. I feel confident that Mikey is only too aware that our focus is elsewhere. Prior to the accident, I dreaded the 19th of December. Now ... it will just be another day where our son continues to heal ... no more dread -- no anxiety. The Great Weaver at work again, perhaps! I plan to hoist a glass at 9:30 tomorrow evening and remember with great fondness ---a time gone by. I miss him terribly . . .
One of Ciaran's friends has arranged a ticket for him for the Sens game ... Ottawa vs. the Bruins. Seems fitting that Ciaran should share that alone with his Dad.
So tonight ... my friends ... a few extra prayers. Prayers of strength for us down here ... and in gratitude to a great man on the "other side", who was able to intervene and prevent a greater tragedy from occurring.
Friday, December 15, 2006
What a Day!
This will be short ... as I am exhausted. We started off today at the hospital at about 8 am. We did not get home until 5 pm. Conor has spent the bulk of the last two days sitting in a crappy hospital wheelchair ... no naps ... no snacks .. he is truly exhausted.
The orthopaedic surgeon referred Conor to a "wrist" specialist to see if early surgery was required on his shattered wrist. Turns out the wrist specialist prefers a wait and see approach. Then off to the "clot" specialist. They sent Conor for a CT scan, a VQ scan (ventilation and profusion -- how much air - how much blood) and Dopplers (ultrasounds) on the leg. Conor experienced a type of anxiety attack after the VQ scan which necessitated some oxygen and bed rest for about 30 minutes.
Finally, the "clot" specialist gave us the ALL CLEAR ... and Conor was allowed to go home. Exhausted doesn't cover it! Emotional and physical. It is clear that he still has some major healing to do ... and that will only come with time and rest and routine. The last two days ... a bump in the road. We have signs we need to watch for ... he is at high risk for a clot for 3 months post surgery ... so we'll be vigilant.
Right now ... he's sleeping soundly ... I almost hate to wake him for supper ...and tomorrow we're expecting Uncle Johnny and Auntie Kathleen and cousins Kailey and Patrick (and maybe Katie too). Soooo looking forward to that! Till next time ... positive thoughts welcome.
The orthopaedic surgeon referred Conor to a "wrist" specialist to see if early surgery was required on his shattered wrist. Turns out the wrist specialist prefers a wait and see approach. Then off to the "clot" specialist. They sent Conor for a CT scan, a VQ scan (ventilation and profusion -- how much air - how much blood) and Dopplers (ultrasounds) on the leg. Conor experienced a type of anxiety attack after the VQ scan which necessitated some oxygen and bed rest for about 30 minutes.
Finally, the "clot" specialist gave us the ALL CLEAR ... and Conor was allowed to go home. Exhausted doesn't cover it! Emotional and physical. It is clear that he still has some major healing to do ... and that will only come with time and rest and routine. The last two days ... a bump in the road. We have signs we need to watch for ... he is at high risk for a clot for 3 months post surgery ... so we'll be vigilant.
Right now ... he's sleeping soundly ... I almost hate to wake him for supper ...and tomorrow we're expecting Uncle Johnny and Auntie Kathleen and cousins Kailey and Patrick (and maybe Katie too). Soooo looking forward to that! Till next time ... positive thoughts welcome.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
A Bit of Excitement
Well ... today started off rather well. No appointments scheduled ... a nice quiet day. The best laid plans . . .
At about 10:00 this morning, Conor experienced some trouble breathing. It got progressively worse and I called 911. The paramedics were on the scene in about 5 minutes. By the time they arrived ... the worst was over ... and Conor was reasonably calm. Given his recent trauma, they thought it best to run him into the hospital to rule out a blood clot. Conor went by ambulance ... I went by car.
While we were waiting for bed, I was able to chat with the paramedics. I told them how great I thought they all were and how I had availed myself of the opportunity to commend the two who responded at the time of Conor's accident. They asked if I remembered their names ... like I could forget?! It turns out that one of them was doing advanced training in the ER today ... and you know my belief that everything happens for a reason ... well both Conor and myself had an opportunity to look this guy in the eye ... and tell him what an impact he has had on our lives. I burst into tears, of course, and could barely speak .... however .... I did manage to point out that while most of his work is done in anonymity, it was a "gift" for me to be able to shake his hand and say thank you for his tenacity and skill. I think I blew him away! Conor also got to shake his hand ... and say thanks. The paramedic was able to check Conor out and apologized for a few of the scars that he was responsible for. He asked for a summary of what all was damaged ... and couldn't wipe the smile off his face. He said ... as so many said ... that he didn't think that Conor was going to survive. He was genuinely pleased --- and proud --- of the apparent outcome. What an incredible gift for both me and Conor --- an opportunity that I never thought would occur. Lady Fate at work yet again!
Back to the hospital visit. It seems that the colon (intestine) has decided to inhabit the space vacated by the spleen (formerly just behind the diaphragm). The rumblings that Conor felt in his chest, were simply ... get ready ... flatulence brewing in the colon .... yup ... gas! Not exactly where you'd expect to feel those rumblings ... but rather common in persons who have had splenectomies! Now, the emergency doctor prefers to err on the side of caution --- and is sending Conor to a blood clot specialist tomorrow ... but feels pretty certain that it's gas. Yup ... we called 911 for a fart! Although I am obviously making light of this (thankfully I am in a position to do so), all those involved said we did the right thing.
I prefer to believe that Lady Fate intervened to allow us to meet Dan Robin ... the paramedic. What an awesome opportunity!
Tomorrow is another day ... a busy day with one more appointment than anticipated ... and an early start. So, good night my friends, and thank your stars that your colon can't migrate up into your chest ...
At about 10:00 this morning, Conor experienced some trouble breathing. It got progressively worse and I called 911. The paramedics were on the scene in about 5 minutes. By the time they arrived ... the worst was over ... and Conor was reasonably calm. Given his recent trauma, they thought it best to run him into the hospital to rule out a blood clot. Conor went by ambulance ... I went by car.
While we were waiting for bed, I was able to chat with the paramedics. I told them how great I thought they all were and how I had availed myself of the opportunity to commend the two who responded at the time of Conor's accident. They asked if I remembered their names ... like I could forget?! It turns out that one of them was doing advanced training in the ER today ... and you know my belief that everything happens for a reason ... well both Conor and myself had an opportunity to look this guy in the eye ... and tell him what an impact he has had on our lives. I burst into tears, of course, and could barely speak .... however .... I did manage to point out that while most of his work is done in anonymity, it was a "gift" for me to be able to shake his hand and say thank you for his tenacity and skill. I think I blew him away! Conor also got to shake his hand ... and say thanks. The paramedic was able to check Conor out and apologized for a few of the scars that he was responsible for. He asked for a summary of what all was damaged ... and couldn't wipe the smile off his face. He said ... as so many said ... that he didn't think that Conor was going to survive. He was genuinely pleased --- and proud --- of the apparent outcome. What an incredible gift for both me and Conor --- an opportunity that I never thought would occur. Lady Fate at work yet again!
Back to the hospital visit. It seems that the colon (intestine) has decided to inhabit the space vacated by the spleen (formerly just behind the diaphragm). The rumblings that Conor felt in his chest, were simply ... get ready ... flatulence brewing in the colon .... yup ... gas! Not exactly where you'd expect to feel those rumblings ... but rather common in persons who have had splenectomies! Now, the emergency doctor prefers to err on the side of caution --- and is sending Conor to a blood clot specialist tomorrow ... but feels pretty certain that it's gas. Yup ... we called 911 for a fart! Although I am obviously making light of this (thankfully I am in a position to do so), all those involved said we did the right thing.
I prefer to believe that Lady Fate intervened to allow us to meet Dan Robin ... the paramedic. What an awesome opportunity!
Tomorrow is another day ... a busy day with one more appointment than anticipated ... and an early start. So, good night my friends, and thank your stars that your colon can't migrate up into your chest ...
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Speech Pathologist
Thought I'd get this post done while Conor is napping. He goes for a sleep everyday about 1:00 ... the real healing gets done while he's sleeping.
This morning, he had his first appointment with the speech pathologist. She was thrilled that Conor was doing so well ... and was quite confident that with the help of a few tools and strategies ... he'll make a complete recovery. Music to my ears. Friday, he has an appointment with the ortho at the hospital ... and noon appointment for physiotherapy. There'll be a steady stream of professionals over the coming weeks (although they all seem to want the week between Christmas and New Year's off ... go figure) and Conor seems to welcome them all.
The scars are all healing rather well ... they are a sight to see ... as some of you know. He is eating well and often ... and seems to be thriving. If I had been thinking, I would have weighed him when he got home (just to monitor his progress in that department). He's been on the computer, catching up with his emails and has even begun to read this blog. He is a little overwhelmed by the scope of people involved in his recovery ... and comments daily on how truly lucky he is (understatement of the century!).
The insurance adjuster dropped by earlier today with a few photos of the car (taken at the lot), and Conor was duly impressed. The adjuster said, as so many others, that in all his years --- he had never seen anyone "walk away" from an accident of this magnitude. Seems to be a theme ...
That's all my friends for this post ... perhaps I'll post again Friday evening after we've been back to the hospital. Good thoughts and prayers always welcome ... the next big step will be weight bearing on the bionic leg ... the sooner the better! Bless you all ....
This morning, he had his first appointment with the speech pathologist. She was thrilled that Conor was doing so well ... and was quite confident that with the help of a few tools and strategies ... he'll make a complete recovery. Music to my ears. Friday, he has an appointment with the ortho at the hospital ... and noon appointment for physiotherapy. There'll be a steady stream of professionals over the coming weeks (although they all seem to want the week between Christmas and New Year's off ... go figure) and Conor seems to welcome them all.
The scars are all healing rather well ... they are a sight to see ... as some of you know. He is eating well and often ... and seems to be thriving. If I had been thinking, I would have weighed him when he got home (just to monitor his progress in that department). He's been on the computer, catching up with his emails and has even begun to read this blog. He is a little overwhelmed by the scope of people involved in his recovery ... and comments daily on how truly lucky he is (understatement of the century!).
The insurance adjuster dropped by earlier today with a few photos of the car (taken at the lot), and Conor was duly impressed. The adjuster said, as so many others, that in all his years --- he had never seen anyone "walk away" from an accident of this magnitude. Seems to be a theme ...
That's all my friends for this post ... perhaps I'll post again Friday evening after we've been back to the hospital. Good thoughts and prayers always welcome ... the next big step will be weight bearing on the bionic leg ... the sooner the better! Bless you all ....
Monday, December 11, 2006
A New Routine
Well, with a nice quiet weekend under our belt, we are well on the way to establishing new routines. It's all about timing. The house (for those of you that have not seen it) is very narrow, and the wheelchair just fits. The bathroom, is tiny but Conor is able to perform all functions fairly easily.
He has been sleeping fairly well. Regular naps in Mikey's big chair, and a good night's sleep (8 hours) in bed. There was one night I forgot to leave his P-Jug in the room ... but we survived it. Yesterday, he was having some problems with his back (the ribs) and taking big breaths ... but he seems better this morning.
He's eating well ... and often. Our whole lives we spend trying to establish low-cal eating routines. Suddenly, when you need high-cal ... you're lost. Lots of fruit and nuts, eggs and meat. I've never made poutine ... but I can learn. He's got to put some meat back on his bones!
A nurse comes every day to check him out. He seems very alert ... his speech is excellent and is adapting very well to life at home. Last night, he and his brother got into an argument over music (go figure) --- Ciaran does not treat him any different than before the accident (which is probably excellent) and would give no quarter in the argument. The familiar sound of two brothers arguing over something trivial ... all is normal with the universe!
Today I believe, the therapy will start. Don't want him getting too comfortable (or too lazy). I think he's ready for it. Joey, on the other hand, is quite indignant at being locked out of sight when professionals visit. He'll get over it --- I hope!
All in all --- it's working. He's content, he's got his own things around him ... and he is at home! Heavy sigh ... the best part of all!
I will continue this blog --- if that's all right. The purpose when I started was to record a history of Conor's recovery ... and while his recovery is no longer driven by high drama, the need to update (and my need to write) still exist. There are still some important milestones to reach ... and I'd like to keep you all apprised of his progress. The need for prayers and good thoughts has not diminished ... and they continue to be most welcome. Please stay tuned.
He has been sleeping fairly well. Regular naps in Mikey's big chair, and a good night's sleep (8 hours) in bed. There was one night I forgot to leave his P-Jug in the room ... but we survived it. Yesterday, he was having some problems with his back (the ribs) and taking big breaths ... but he seems better this morning.
He's eating well ... and often. Our whole lives we spend trying to establish low-cal eating routines. Suddenly, when you need high-cal ... you're lost. Lots of fruit and nuts, eggs and meat. I've never made poutine ... but I can learn. He's got to put some meat back on his bones!
A nurse comes every day to check him out. He seems very alert ... his speech is excellent and is adapting very well to life at home. Last night, he and his brother got into an argument over music (go figure) --- Ciaran does not treat him any different than before the accident (which is probably excellent) and would give no quarter in the argument. The familiar sound of two brothers arguing over something trivial ... all is normal with the universe!
Today I believe, the therapy will start. Don't want him getting too comfortable (or too lazy). I think he's ready for it. Joey, on the other hand, is quite indignant at being locked out of sight when professionals visit. He'll get over it --- I hope!
All in all --- it's working. He's content, he's got his own things around him ... and he is at home! Heavy sigh ... the best part of all!
I will continue this blog --- if that's all right. The purpose when I started was to record a history of Conor's recovery ... and while his recovery is no longer driven by high drama, the need to update (and my need to write) still exist. There are still some important milestones to reach ... and I'd like to keep you all apprised of his progress. The need for prayers and good thoughts has not diminished ... and they continue to be most welcome. Please stay tuned.
Friday, December 8, 2006
He's Home!
Well ... the day I couldn't let myself imagine has arrived. Conor is home! Few problems at the hospital before we could leave (he still had sutures in his leg), but we arrived home just after noon. Getting into the car was a little difficult (but Conor was undaunted) and Steve and Chris Bolger were here on our arrival.
Steve ... I alluded to this last night ... with the help of a few firemen on the night shift ... to build and paint and sandblast ... and his cold-ridden 17 year old son ... has built us a ramp to be proud of. Steve and Chris arrived at 9 this morning with platforms and lumber and tools (and determination) and put together this incredible structure ... complete with hand rails and a loading/unloading platform. Truly ... a work of art....and an incredible act of raw kindness.
Steve and Chris bodily carried Conor from the car to the wheelchair ... and his first trip up the ramp was successful. Oh to be home ... quick meal of MacDonalds (I apologized profusely to Steve ... but I think he and Chris were so hungry, they might have eaten anything)...and into Mike's chair for Conor. Sighs all around!
I had to run off to the pharmacy to fill Conor's prescriptions. A fight with the pharmacist ensued ... I suffer fools poorly! A quick grocery run for a few of Conor's favourite foods ... and back to my family (doesn't that sound lovely!) A package from Australia was waiting ... a gift for Conor from old workmates ... a boomerang and a lovely card.
Conor had his first shower in three weeks. God love him ... he was terrified the water would hurt. Turned out he thoroughly enjoyed it and he actually felt better after it. It's a bit of a performance ... but in time I can see him being able to accomplish it himself. The hardest part now is keeping his right arm from getting wet.
Conor's buds (Randy, Derek and Matt) showed up for Conor's supper request ... Chinese food. He so daring ... Sweet & Sour Chicken balls with Chicken Fried Rice. To those of you that knew Mikey ... sound a little familiar. Right now, he's sitting in Mikey's chair chowing down on grapes and almonds! I'm sipping a glass of wine with my (decaf) Starbucks Vanilla latte ... and truly .... all is right with the world. I am exhausted ... emotionally and physically ... but I am so unbelievably content! I have tears in my eyes ... because I am so lucky. I have my lads beside me ... and feel enveloped in love: the love of family and the love of friends. I ... or should I say WE ... are blessed. Are there battles ahead of us ... you betcha ... but WE are strong and will be able to face them. WE have had our mettle tested ... and WE will survive in no small part due to all of you. You have (and continue to) sustain us. Words cannot adequately express the depth of my gratitude. From my soul ... I thank you all.
Sweet dreams tonight ... and fall asleep with a smile. I feel certain that Conor and I will sleep well tonight ... refueled and ready to face the challenges ahead. Good night my friends ...
Steve ... I alluded to this last night ... with the help of a few firemen on the night shift ... to build and paint and sandblast ... and his cold-ridden 17 year old son ... has built us a ramp to be proud of. Steve and Chris arrived at 9 this morning with platforms and lumber and tools (and determination) and put together this incredible structure ... complete with hand rails and a loading/unloading platform. Truly ... a work of art....and an incredible act of raw kindness.
Steve and Chris bodily carried Conor from the car to the wheelchair ... and his first trip up the ramp was successful. Oh to be home ... quick meal of MacDonalds (I apologized profusely to Steve ... but I think he and Chris were so hungry, they might have eaten anything)...and into Mike's chair for Conor. Sighs all around!
I had to run off to the pharmacy to fill Conor's prescriptions. A fight with the pharmacist ensued ... I suffer fools poorly! A quick grocery run for a few of Conor's favourite foods ... and back to my family (doesn't that sound lovely!) A package from Australia was waiting ... a gift for Conor from old workmates ... a boomerang and a lovely card.
Conor had his first shower in three weeks. God love him ... he was terrified the water would hurt. Turned out he thoroughly enjoyed it and he actually felt better after it. It's a bit of a performance ... but in time I can see him being able to accomplish it himself. The hardest part now is keeping his right arm from getting wet.
Conor's buds (Randy, Derek and Matt) showed up for Conor's supper request ... Chinese food. He so daring ... Sweet & Sour Chicken balls with Chicken Fried Rice. To those of you that knew Mikey ... sound a little familiar. Right now, he's sitting in Mikey's chair chowing down on grapes and almonds! I'm sipping a glass of wine with my (decaf) Starbucks Vanilla latte ... and truly .... all is right with the world. I am exhausted ... emotionally and physically ... but I am so unbelievably content! I have tears in my eyes ... because I am so lucky. I have my lads beside me ... and feel enveloped in love: the love of family and the love of friends. I ... or should I say WE ... are blessed. Are there battles ahead of us ... you betcha ... but WE are strong and will be able to face them. WE have had our mettle tested ... and WE will survive in no small part due to all of you. You have (and continue to) sustain us. Words cannot adequately express the depth of my gratitude. From my soul ... I thank you all.
Sweet dreams tonight ... and fall asleep with a smile. I feel certain that Conor and I will sleep well tonight ... refueled and ready to face the challenges ahead. Good night my friends ...
Thursday, December 7, 2006
Really quick
This one really will be quick ...
It's official ... Conor comes home tomorrow (Friday). I am signing Ciaran out of school at 10 ... and off we go to the hospital. Conor is determined to get into the car ... so no ambulance for him. Joey is going to go mental!
The meeting with the cop was awesome. He had about 50-60 photos of the bus, the car, the debris on the road, even a satellite shot of the area. For Conor ... it was amazing and enlightening. The interior of the car was horrific. I know I have heard this before from various people who saw the car on TV --- but that someone survived (never mind survived intact) is an absolute miracle. I have asked the cop for copies of the photos ... as learning tools for a 16 year old ... and he promised to get me some prints.
The cop had a great sense of humour .... there was one photo of the speedometer ... frozen on 120 km/h. I tell you ... my heart stopped. He said that this photo was a great tool for establishing the speed at time of impact .... until he realized that he was able to increase the speed to 160 km/h by jiggling the speedometer (the needle had dislodged!). As it turns out ... the CDR (crash data recorder - contained in the airbag), recorded that Conor was wearing a seatbelt and was travelling at 27 mph (about 44 km/h). No criminal charges will be laid ... he will however be charged under the Traffic Act for (something like) failure to share the road (3 points and a $100 fine). What a great relief! The cop was very personable and stayed and chatted with us for about an hour ... nice guy!
Ciaran is out at the moment at an event at the Corel Centre ... yeah! yeah! I know. But I can't impose my anxiety ... on Ciaran! He is more than entitled to be a teenager! Thank God for sleeping pills!
Big day tomorrow (understatement of the decade!) ... and before I sign off ... Steve Bolger ... your kindness knows no bounds! Your blood is worth bottling!
It's official ... Conor comes home tomorrow (Friday). I am signing Ciaran out of school at 10 ... and off we go to the hospital. Conor is determined to get into the car ... so no ambulance for him. Joey is going to go mental!
The meeting with the cop was awesome. He had about 50-60 photos of the bus, the car, the debris on the road, even a satellite shot of the area. For Conor ... it was amazing and enlightening. The interior of the car was horrific. I know I have heard this before from various people who saw the car on TV --- but that someone survived (never mind survived intact) is an absolute miracle. I have asked the cop for copies of the photos ... as learning tools for a 16 year old ... and he promised to get me some prints.
The cop had a great sense of humour .... there was one photo of the speedometer ... frozen on 120 km/h. I tell you ... my heart stopped. He said that this photo was a great tool for establishing the speed at time of impact .... until he realized that he was able to increase the speed to 160 km/h by jiggling the speedometer (the needle had dislodged!). As it turns out ... the CDR (crash data recorder - contained in the airbag), recorded that Conor was wearing a seatbelt and was travelling at 27 mph (about 44 km/h). No criminal charges will be laid ... he will however be charged under the Traffic Act for (something like) failure to share the road (3 points and a $100 fine). What a great relief! The cop was very personable and stayed and chatted with us for about an hour ... nice guy!
Ciaran is out at the moment at an event at the Corel Centre ... yeah! yeah! I know. But I can't impose my anxiety ... on Ciaran! He is more than entitled to be a teenager! Thank God for sleeping pills!
Big day tomorrow (understatement of the decade!) ... and before I sign off ... Steve Bolger ... your kindness knows no bounds! Your blood is worth bottling!
Getting Ready
Sorry guys for not posting at my usual time. The Lacey house is undergoing some transformation in preparation for Conor's homecoming.
Sadly (for those of you not in Ottawa) the weather is not cooperating at all ... had to run out for some salt/sand and Ciaran had a go at chipping the ice. Unfortunately, its pretty bloody solid so we may have to wait for the milder weather they're calling for on the weekend.
The ramp was installed yesterday ... doesn't look like much and I suspect we may need some plywood or something added to it for a smooth transfer from car to home ... we're gonna do a dry run tonight and I'll defer to the professionals (though I may offer an opinion(!))
I'm sneaking this update in while I wait for the medical supply company to arrive with all the goodies for the bathroom, the wheelchair, etc. Last night, Ciaran and Chris Bolger (supervised by Erin, I believe) moved a couple pieces of furniture down to the basement. Poor Joey doesn't have a clue what's going on!
Tonight Ciaran is off to a "semi-formal" Christmas party at the Corel Centre ... needless to say he doesn't know much about how he's getting there, what time it starts, what he'll where etc. In typical teen-age fashion ... it all magically comes together at the last minute.
Conor and I have an appointment at 6 tonight with the police investigator. He will have the results of the investigation and also some photos ... this will be very enlightening for Conor, I think.
Yesterday, the physios had Conor practice hopping. His balance is remarkably good, thought I imagine the sensation of all those muscles, tendons, bones (and brain) being bounced about was something. He was able yesterday to transfer from wheelchair to bed on his own .... and propelled himself down to the caf for a cheeseburger and a poutine. The hospital food is really atrocious and he prefers to eat real food everyday. Yesterday, for lunch, he ate a rather large helping of potato salad provided by my friend, Linda ... and tonight I believe Scotty is coming in with a Subway sub for him! I may have said before (if so I apologize), that brain injured patients use 10,000 calories a day. If they don't replace those calories, they will experience muscle loss. Conor has already noticed that he has lost some weight.
That's about all for today .... I'll go in after lunch for a short visit ... then back again after supper for the meeting with the cop. Hopefully, I'll be able to update tonight or first thing in the morning. Tomorrow will be a busy day ... and a day that I didn't expect to arrive so soon. Wish us all luck !
Sadly (for those of you not in Ottawa) the weather is not cooperating at all ... had to run out for some salt/sand and Ciaran had a go at chipping the ice. Unfortunately, its pretty bloody solid so we may have to wait for the milder weather they're calling for on the weekend.
The ramp was installed yesterday ... doesn't look like much and I suspect we may need some plywood or something added to it for a smooth transfer from car to home ... we're gonna do a dry run tonight and I'll defer to the professionals (though I may offer an opinion(!))
I'm sneaking this update in while I wait for the medical supply company to arrive with all the goodies for the bathroom, the wheelchair, etc. Last night, Ciaran and Chris Bolger (supervised by Erin, I believe) moved a couple pieces of furniture down to the basement. Poor Joey doesn't have a clue what's going on!
Tonight Ciaran is off to a "semi-formal" Christmas party at the Corel Centre ... needless to say he doesn't know much about how he's getting there, what time it starts, what he'll where etc. In typical teen-age fashion ... it all magically comes together at the last minute.
Conor and I have an appointment at 6 tonight with the police investigator. He will have the results of the investigation and also some photos ... this will be very enlightening for Conor, I think.
Yesterday, the physios had Conor practice hopping. His balance is remarkably good, thought I imagine the sensation of all those muscles, tendons, bones (and brain) being bounced about was something. He was able yesterday to transfer from wheelchair to bed on his own .... and propelled himself down to the caf for a cheeseburger and a poutine. The hospital food is really atrocious and he prefers to eat real food everyday. Yesterday, for lunch, he ate a rather large helping of potato salad provided by my friend, Linda ... and tonight I believe Scotty is coming in with a Subway sub for him! I may have said before (if so I apologize), that brain injured patients use 10,000 calories a day. If they don't replace those calories, they will experience muscle loss. Conor has already noticed that he has lost some weight.
That's about all for today .... I'll go in after lunch for a short visit ... then back again after supper for the meeting with the cop. Hopefully, I'll be able to update tonight or first thing in the morning. Tomorrow will be a busy day ... and a day that I didn't expect to arrive so soon. Wish us all luck !
Tuesday, December 5, 2006
Great News!
To those of you who haven't heard ... my boy is coming home!
Stunned does not described how I felt when the "team" announced that Conor no longer required acute care ... he was ready for discharge. They announced that his recovery was truly astounding; his pain management extraordinary --- and he could begin his rehabilitation at home.
The Occupational Therapist had been to the house this morning, and was satisfied that with the removal of a few pieces of furniture and the addition of a few devices, Conor could safely make the transition home. Yippeee! They will install a few bathroom devices (for showering); a ramp (for front door access); supply a wheelchair and a commode chair... and Conor is all set. If this can all be done in the next couple of days ... Conor should be home by Friday (three weeks minus one day from the accident!)
My heart is singing ... and Conor can't wipe the silly grin off his face: "Three more days, Mum!" Now this is no holiday ... believe me ... nurses will visit the home; physiotherapists, speech therapists and the occupational therapist will be semi-permanent fixtures chez-Lacey. I welcome them all ... my boy is comin' home!
Tonight ... I will have that Drambuie tonight and thank the good Lord for listening to all those hundreds of people who have asked that He direct his gaze Conor's way. Despite what has happened to us over the past year ... I see His hand (and Mikey's hand) in orchestrating this miraculous recovery. Thank you all for "signing the petition" to ensure His attention.
May I take a moment here: I have been asked many times over the past few weeks: Why? Believe me, I have asked myself that question many times. You may have caught on by now, that I am quite a "spiritual" person. I have always believed (and continue to believe) that things happen for a reason. The other day I was speaking to someone (I apologize for not remembering who) and I said that perhaps the reason Mikey passed on was to prepare us for Conor's accident (not to mention barring Conor's passage through the Pearly Gates). From the moment I saw Conor's chest rise and fall, watched the monitors record every beat of his heart --- I had hope. I didn't have any hope with Mike --- his chest never rose --- his heart never beat. The fact that Conor was holding onto life --- however tenuously --- was more than I thought possible when I received that phonecall from the police on that Saturday morning. If Mikey had been alive ... if I was not mourning his loss ... I probably would have viewed Conor's condition from a very different perspective. To experience great loss makes you treasure and appreciate the small gains. The Great Weaver's pattern is starting to take shape ...
Thank you for listening .... I probably won't get philosophical with you all again (then again .!?). Sometimes the words just need to flow. ...
Please keep those good thoughts coming ... the hard work ... the sweat and tears .... is about to begin.
Stunned does not described how I felt when the "team" announced that Conor no longer required acute care ... he was ready for discharge. They announced that his recovery was truly astounding; his pain management extraordinary --- and he could begin his rehabilitation at home.
The Occupational Therapist had been to the house this morning, and was satisfied that with the removal of a few pieces of furniture and the addition of a few devices, Conor could safely make the transition home. Yippeee! They will install a few bathroom devices (for showering); a ramp (for front door access); supply a wheelchair and a commode chair... and Conor is all set. If this can all be done in the next couple of days ... Conor should be home by Friday (three weeks minus one day from the accident!)
My heart is singing ... and Conor can't wipe the silly grin off his face: "Three more days, Mum!" Now this is no holiday ... believe me ... nurses will visit the home; physiotherapists, speech therapists and the occupational therapist will be semi-permanent fixtures chez-Lacey. I welcome them all ... my boy is comin' home!
Tonight ... I will have that Drambuie tonight and thank the good Lord for listening to all those hundreds of people who have asked that He direct his gaze Conor's way. Despite what has happened to us over the past year ... I see His hand (and Mikey's hand) in orchestrating this miraculous recovery. Thank you all for "signing the petition" to ensure His attention.
May I take a moment here: I have been asked many times over the past few weeks: Why? Believe me, I have asked myself that question many times. You may have caught on by now, that I am quite a "spiritual" person. I have always believed (and continue to believe) that things happen for a reason. The other day I was speaking to someone (I apologize for not remembering who) and I said that perhaps the reason Mikey passed on was to prepare us for Conor's accident (not to mention barring Conor's passage through the Pearly Gates). From the moment I saw Conor's chest rise and fall, watched the monitors record every beat of his heart --- I had hope. I didn't have any hope with Mike --- his chest never rose --- his heart never beat. The fact that Conor was holding onto life --- however tenuously --- was more than I thought possible when I received that phonecall from the police on that Saturday morning. If Mikey had been alive ... if I was not mourning his loss ... I probably would have viewed Conor's condition from a very different perspective. To experience great loss makes you treasure and appreciate the small gains. The Great Weaver's pattern is starting to take shape ...
Thank you for listening .... I probably won't get philosophical with you all again (then again .!?). Sometimes the words just need to flow. ...
Please keep those good thoughts coming ... the hard work ... the sweat and tears .... is about to begin.
Monday, December 4, 2006
More Good News
Today was another good day. Conor has been narcotic free for 24 hours. That's right ... they're treating his pain with Tylenol!!! He is taking Celebrex for the inflammation, and a nerve pain drug that I can never say ... but no more morphine! Yee Haw! His head is much clearer and once the narcotic clears out of his system ... hopefully we'll see even more improvement.
We're scheduled to have a meeting tomorrow with physio, occupational therapy, social workers, medical staff to discuss where Conor is ... and where he is going. Should be in a better position tomorrow night to fill you all in on what the plan is. The ortho was by today to admire again his handiwork (and to assure Conor that the clavicle will heal). The speech pathologist and neuropsychologist were also by to bombard Conor with more questions. I think he's much better oriented than last week ... but what do I know?! He doesn't have much time to lounge about.
Scotty was there this evening and was able to help me get Conor into the wheelchair. To be honest, I have a harder time trying to figure out the wheelchair than I have trying to get Conor into it. Right on queue ... the wheelchair expert appears ... Tommy to the rescue! Push this, pull that ... and bingo ... we're set. Simple really (when you have an engineer/former wheelchair user on scene!). God bless Conor ... he's so patient with me!
Another hot chocolate (Conor never drank hot chocolate before the accident), a nice chat (about the severity of the leg injury --- Conor was shocked to hear that he might have lost his leg) and back up to the room. Get all his valuables around him (DVD player, tv on football, and his jade panda within reach) and Scotty and I leave Conor for the night. A brief word here on the jade panda ... my friend Frances currently lives in Beijing. She was back last week for a brief visit and brought with her a stuffed panda, with a jade amulet around it's neck. The jade is meant to promote healing ... and Conor has latched onto the panda and does not like it off his bed. The night of the traumatic bowel movement, Conor admitted talking to the panda and rubbing the jade. Between it and my St Anne's oil ... Conor must get better (east meets west in the superstition stakes!) Whatever works I say!
That's all for tonight folks ... the eyes are starting to close. I can't tell you how grateful I am for this blog. The therapeutic value alone ... never mind the fact that I can provide updates ... make it invaluable. What a great tool! Sweet dreams my friends ...
We're scheduled to have a meeting tomorrow with physio, occupational therapy, social workers, medical staff to discuss where Conor is ... and where he is going. Should be in a better position tomorrow night to fill you all in on what the plan is. The ortho was by today to admire again his handiwork (and to assure Conor that the clavicle will heal). The speech pathologist and neuropsychologist were also by to bombard Conor with more questions. I think he's much better oriented than last week ... but what do I know?! He doesn't have much time to lounge about.
Scotty was there this evening and was able to help me get Conor into the wheelchair. To be honest, I have a harder time trying to figure out the wheelchair than I have trying to get Conor into it. Right on queue ... the wheelchair expert appears ... Tommy to the rescue! Push this, pull that ... and bingo ... we're set. Simple really (when you have an engineer/former wheelchair user on scene!). God bless Conor ... he's so patient with me!
Another hot chocolate (Conor never drank hot chocolate before the accident), a nice chat (about the severity of the leg injury --- Conor was shocked to hear that he might have lost his leg) and back up to the room. Get all his valuables around him (DVD player, tv on football, and his jade panda within reach) and Scotty and I leave Conor for the night. A brief word here on the jade panda ... my friend Frances currently lives in Beijing. She was back last week for a brief visit and brought with her a stuffed panda, with a jade amulet around it's neck. The jade is meant to promote healing ... and Conor has latched onto the panda and does not like it off his bed. The night of the traumatic bowel movement, Conor admitted talking to the panda and rubbing the jade. Between it and my St Anne's oil ... Conor must get better (east meets west in the superstition stakes!) Whatever works I say!
That's all for tonight folks ... the eyes are starting to close. I can't tell you how grateful I am for this blog. The therapeutic value alone ... never mind the fact that I can provide updates ... make it invaluable. What a great tool! Sweet dreams my friends ...
Another big step
Despite the fact that Sunday saw the Colts lose another game (Conor would not discuss it!), Sunday saw Conor take another big step. He was able, with the help of the lovely Erica and a "commode chair" go potty in the toilet! He wasn't sure at first ... and it was exhausting ... but way to go "B"!
Jill Behn and I arrived at the hospital about 1:00. Conor was cranky and starving. Down to the caf we go for a huge container of poutine and a can of coke. He did very well --- with belches to prove it. Back up to the room, into bed and hunkered down for some football. I think he slept (Tommy dropped by an he was sawing logs) but was wide-eyed about 3:30 for the arrival of his friends.
Ciaran and I arrived about 4:30 -- shawarma and garlic potatoes in hand. He ate very well and had a coffee. He is still complaining about his vision and has a very hard time focussing in on things. He has trouble feeding himself -- not just because he has to use his left hand -- but also because he cannot see what he needs to stab. I will, of course, keep you posted on any developments in this area.
I have a meeting this morning with the insurance company's Occupational Therapist. She will be visiting the house to make sure it is safe for Conor's return home (doesn't that sound marvelous!). I have another meeting on Tuesday with the hospital's OT, Social Worker and Trauma Liaison person. I would hope this is to establish goals in Conor's recovery and an update on Conor's health.
Other than that folks ... another day of gathering strength for the fight ahead. He will need it all ... more later
Jill Behn and I arrived at the hospital about 1:00. Conor was cranky and starving. Down to the caf we go for a huge container of poutine and a can of coke. He did very well --- with belches to prove it. Back up to the room, into bed and hunkered down for some football. I think he slept (Tommy dropped by an he was sawing logs) but was wide-eyed about 3:30 for the arrival of his friends.
Ciaran and I arrived about 4:30 -- shawarma and garlic potatoes in hand. He ate very well and had a coffee. He is still complaining about his vision and has a very hard time focussing in on things. He has trouble feeding himself -- not just because he has to use his left hand -- but also because he cannot see what he needs to stab. I will, of course, keep you posted on any developments in this area.
I have a meeting this morning with the insurance company's Occupational Therapist. She will be visiting the house to make sure it is safe for Conor's return home (doesn't that sound marvelous!). I have another meeting on Tuesday with the hospital's OT, Social Worker and Trauma Liaison person. I would hope this is to establish goals in Conor's recovery and an update on Conor's health.
Other than that folks ... another day of gathering strength for the fight ahead. He will need it all ... more later
Saturday, December 2, 2006
A New Room
This will be a quick one, as it's way past my bedtime!
Conor was moved to a new room today (Same Floor - Room B224). He shares with another patient. He has his MP3 player, his DVD player and cable TV (for the football tomorrow). He seems a little down today, however, as he has noticed that the level of service has changed. Spoiled brat! I have assured him that this means he is one step closer to the front door and freedom! As Ciaran would say: "Suck it up, princess!"
Ciaran and I took him downstairs again for a hot chocolate at Second Cup (he still refuses to drink their coffee!) He was in the chair for over an hour and it obviously took its toll. We left him at about 4:30 ready for a well deserved nap. Before we left he made me promise to bring him in a shawarma! Nothing wrong with his appetite!
Tonight I went to the LCBO Christmas party. I felt a little awkward at first ... but that didn't last long. Mike's peers and Conor's peers made me feel very special and let me know --- more importantly --- how concerned they all were for Conor. They're an incredible bunch --- and have been very supportive of the three of us over the past year. I enjoyed myself ...seeing everyone again ... and even got up for a couple of dances (I'll be paying for that in the morning!)
Tomorrow is another day ... and God willing ... more improvements. Pleasant dreams everyone ... good thoughts!
Conor was moved to a new room today (Same Floor - Room B224). He shares with another patient. He has his MP3 player, his DVD player and cable TV (for the football tomorrow). He seems a little down today, however, as he has noticed that the level of service has changed. Spoiled brat! I have assured him that this means he is one step closer to the front door and freedom! As Ciaran would say: "Suck it up, princess!"
Ciaran and I took him downstairs again for a hot chocolate at Second Cup (he still refuses to drink their coffee!) He was in the chair for over an hour and it obviously took its toll. We left him at about 4:30 ready for a well deserved nap. Before we left he made me promise to bring him in a shawarma! Nothing wrong with his appetite!
Tonight I went to the LCBO Christmas party. I felt a little awkward at first ... but that didn't last long. Mike's peers and Conor's peers made me feel very special and let me know --- more importantly --- how concerned they all were for Conor. They're an incredible bunch --- and have been very supportive of the three of us over the past year. I enjoyed myself ...seeing everyone again ... and even got up for a couple of dances (I'll be paying for that in the morning!)
Tomorrow is another day ... and God willing ... more improvements. Pleasant dreams everyone ... good thoughts!
Breath of Fresh Air
Sorry guys that I didn't post last night. I decided to watch the DaVinci Code! Not bad ... but no where near as good as the book. That's my "Siskel & Ebert" for the day
Yesterday was an ice day, so Ciaran was able to accompany me to the hospital. He was very bright, thrilled to report he'd number 1'd and number 2'd, and said that he was allowed to go outside. Much as I love my son, I do realize that he has been delusional recently. The nurse confirmed ... with a big smile ... that he could go downstairs and even outside!
I was like the mum of a two year old ... do you have to pee ... do you have to poo ... before putting on a snowsuit. Don't want these bodily functions to interrupt our adventure.
As I reported previously, Conor is unplugged. So it was just a matter of getting him up and into the wheelchair. No small matter ... except that Conor was in a hurry. Huddled up in sheets and blankets ... his bad leg secured to the chair with a tensor bandage ... the nurses clucking like mother hens themseleves ... off we go. Happily, I have little experience in the wheelchair driving department ... and Conor let me know it! With his bad leg leading the way, we headed off down the hall to the elevator. Down the elevator we go ... with the great outdoors beckoning. Conor is radiating expectation. The doors open ... and Conor takes his first breath of fresh air in 13 days. The ice pellets assault his face ... but he doesn't care. He is out of the hospital! Almost as rapturous as that popsicle.
I convince him to come inside (cause my face is being assaulted by pellets too!) and down the hall we go for a hot chocolate at Second Cup. He is clearly exhausted ... but determined to stay away from his room as long as possible.
What a day! Back to the room we go. The nurses are there waiting for us with grins on their faces. We get him back into bed (Ciaran and small nurse the only assistance required), set up the DVD player with "Remember the Titans", and Ciaran and I leave him alone to savour that breath of fresh air!
He is doing so well. Each day shows improvement in his speech and his cognitive ability. He still has problems with today ... so a plea here. When you visit Conor ... please ask him the day of the week, the date, how old he is, where he is. Is he gonna get sick of these questions ... you betcha! Tough noogies!
Tonight, I think I will be going to the LCBO Christmas party for a couple of hours. It is required on a variety of levels. Prior to the accident, Conor and I had planned to go. That Conor didn't want to escort his mum to a party was clear...I said to Conor last night that he went a little overboard in trying to get out of it! Conor has given me permission to skip my visit tonight (to be honest I feel quite extraneous in the evenings with all his friends visiting).
Keep those prayers and good wishes coming! This miraculous recovery is due in no small part to all your positive energy (and a bit of skill on the part of the health professionals). Give yourselves all a pat on the back ... without you ... we would not be where we are today!
Yesterday was an ice day, so Ciaran was able to accompany me to the hospital. He was very bright, thrilled to report he'd number 1'd and number 2'd, and said that he was allowed to go outside. Much as I love my son, I do realize that he has been delusional recently. The nurse confirmed ... with a big smile ... that he could go downstairs and even outside!
I was like the mum of a two year old ... do you have to pee ... do you have to poo ... before putting on a snowsuit. Don't want these bodily functions to interrupt our adventure.
As I reported previously, Conor is unplugged. So it was just a matter of getting him up and into the wheelchair. No small matter ... except that Conor was in a hurry. Huddled up in sheets and blankets ... his bad leg secured to the chair with a tensor bandage ... the nurses clucking like mother hens themseleves ... off we go. Happily, I have little experience in the wheelchair driving department ... and Conor let me know it! With his bad leg leading the way, we headed off down the hall to the elevator. Down the elevator we go ... with the great outdoors beckoning. Conor is radiating expectation. The doors open ... and Conor takes his first breath of fresh air in 13 days. The ice pellets assault his face ... but he doesn't care. He is out of the hospital! Almost as rapturous as that popsicle.
I convince him to come inside (cause my face is being assaulted by pellets too!) and down the hall we go for a hot chocolate at Second Cup. He is clearly exhausted ... but determined to stay away from his room as long as possible.
What a day! Back to the room we go. The nurses are there waiting for us with grins on their faces. We get him back into bed (Ciaran and small nurse the only assistance required), set up the DVD player with "Remember the Titans", and Ciaran and I leave him alone to savour that breath of fresh air!
He is doing so well. Each day shows improvement in his speech and his cognitive ability. He still has problems with today ... so a plea here. When you visit Conor ... please ask him the day of the week, the date, how old he is, where he is. Is he gonna get sick of these questions ... you betcha! Tough noogies!
Tonight, I think I will be going to the LCBO Christmas party for a couple of hours. It is required on a variety of levels. Prior to the accident, Conor and I had planned to go. That Conor didn't want to escort his mum to a party was clear...I said to Conor last night that he went a little overboard in trying to get out of it! Conor has given me permission to skip my visit tonight (to be honest I feel quite extraneous in the evenings with all his friends visiting).
Keep those prayers and good wishes coming! This miraculous recovery is due in no small part to all your positive energy (and a bit of skill on the part of the health professionals). Give yourselves all a pat on the back ... without you ... we would not be where we are today!
Friday, December 1, 2006
Thursday was another great day. This seems to be a theme!
Again, Conor was up in the wheelchair. It takes an incredible amount of energy, but yesterday was a little bit easier than the day before. He has had the catheter removed and also the central line. He is receiving his antibiotics through a normal IV. Conor is unplugged!
The lads from the LCBO dropped by after work last night and presented Conor with a portable DVD player, 9" screen ...Conor couldn't stop beaming. I think he wanted us to leave so he could hunker down and watch the new Superman movie. The lads also had an envelope full of money for Conor. A quick word here if I may . . . .
The LCBO, over the course of the last year, has been unbelievably supportive of both me and my family. The flowers, the gift baskets, the information about benefits, etc. .... simply arrive. They have gone out of their way ... exceeded all expectations. These are working lads ... they live from paycheque to paycheque ... and their incredible support and generosity blows me away. I will never be able to thank them properly for their incredible kindness, nor to let them know adequately, the impact they have had on my family. As one of the guys said ... "Conor is part of family now" ... and that's exactly how you have made us feel. Bless you all! You all rock!
Last night Conor had a full room of visitors. His buddy Matt was there, Ciaran, Steve Bolger, Nancy and Jill D. He had not received any pain medication in about 5-6 hours. He was lucid ... and he was so Conor. He was laughing, cracking jokes himself, and generally involved in the conversations. He is doing so unbelievably well ... what a spirit!
During the day yesterday, the orthopaedic surgeon checked up on Conor. He is very pleased with the progress of his handiwork. He was able to show me the x-rays of Conor's injuries. Wow! The leg was broken just above the knee and midline up his thigh. The midline break was sideways (left leg ... bone broke through the skin on the left side). The x-ray shows a two inch portion of bone which was dislodged from the main bone. The surgeons decided to leave it attached, otherwise they would have had to remove a great deal of tissue. So the fragment remains in his leg and it will knit itself to the rest of the legbone. The wrist was basically shattered ... the ortho described the bone fragments they were working with as the size of rice krispies. They have moved all the fragments to where they should be and hope that they will mend/grow together. There is some trapped cartilage that they were unable to repair and he will definitely have arthritis. I asked about range of motion, given that he plays guitar and they said that that would be up to him --- but playing guitar would certainly be motivation to work hard.
His collarbone is currently the most painful (along with the ribs). They have "installed" a figure 8 brace over his shoulders and hope that this will bring the two displaced bones together. The brace doesn't appear to bother Conor too much, unless he's trying to stand up. Obviously, the ribs will heal themselves.
That's my update for today! I love the fact that I can give such positive reports. Keep those good thoughts, those prayers coming ...
Again, Conor was up in the wheelchair. It takes an incredible amount of energy, but yesterday was a little bit easier than the day before. He has had the catheter removed and also the central line. He is receiving his antibiotics through a normal IV. Conor is unplugged!
The lads from the LCBO dropped by after work last night and presented Conor with a portable DVD player, 9" screen ...Conor couldn't stop beaming. I think he wanted us to leave so he could hunker down and watch the new Superman movie. The lads also had an envelope full of money for Conor. A quick word here if I may . . . .
The LCBO, over the course of the last year, has been unbelievably supportive of both me and my family. The flowers, the gift baskets, the information about benefits, etc. .... simply arrive. They have gone out of their way ... exceeded all expectations. These are working lads ... they live from paycheque to paycheque ... and their incredible support and generosity blows me away. I will never be able to thank them properly for their incredible kindness, nor to let them know adequately, the impact they have had on my family. As one of the guys said ... "Conor is part of family now" ... and that's exactly how you have made us feel. Bless you all! You all rock!
Last night Conor had a full room of visitors. His buddy Matt was there, Ciaran, Steve Bolger, Nancy and Jill D. He had not received any pain medication in about 5-6 hours. He was lucid ... and he was so Conor. He was laughing, cracking jokes himself, and generally involved in the conversations. He is doing so unbelievably well ... what a spirit!
During the day yesterday, the orthopaedic surgeon checked up on Conor. He is very pleased with the progress of his handiwork. He was able to show me the x-rays of Conor's injuries. Wow! The leg was broken just above the knee and midline up his thigh. The midline break was sideways (left leg ... bone broke through the skin on the left side). The x-ray shows a two inch portion of bone which was dislodged from the main bone. The surgeons decided to leave it attached, otherwise they would have had to remove a great deal of tissue. So the fragment remains in his leg and it will knit itself to the rest of the legbone. The wrist was basically shattered ... the ortho described the bone fragments they were working with as the size of rice krispies. They have moved all the fragments to where they should be and hope that they will mend/grow together. There is some trapped cartilage that they were unable to repair and he will definitely have arthritis. I asked about range of motion, given that he plays guitar and they said that that would be up to him --- but playing guitar would certainly be motivation to work hard.
His collarbone is currently the most painful (along with the ribs). They have "installed" a figure 8 brace over his shoulders and hope that this will bring the two displaced bones together. The brace doesn't appear to bother Conor too much, unless he's trying to stand up. Obviously, the ribs will heal themselves.
That's my update for today! I love the fact that I can give such positive reports. Keep those good thoughts, those prayers coming ...
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