Tonight marks the beginning of week 9. 63 Days. And though it feels slow when I when I watch so closely everyday, Vernon continues to recover.
Oh Brain! You magnificent and mysterious creature! If only I could see what steps you are making under the skin. But it isn’t really about me, is it? The healing is happening every day, every night. It has been from the moment Vernon arrived at the hospital. Sometimes I go back to that night and remember that the main miracle already happened. That he survived the accident, he survived that night of the 5 surgeons working together till morning. And now…sigh…this is the good part. Its so long and this kind of patience is new to us, but its the gift we get to have.
And so even though I’m tired today, I give thanks.
And speaking of gifts, here is a very special one I’d like to share. Jenni Ahonen (whom I may have mentioned before) was one of Vernon’s classmates in his Master’s Course of Type Design. She is a wonderful illustrator and type designer who lives in Finland. When she heard about Vernon’s accident, she began an “alphabet of healing” which she has started sending to Vernon, one letter at a time.
Aren’t these wonderful? I can’t think of a more valuable alphabet to collect. I hope she doesn’t make it through the whole alphabet, in some ways…but if she does…well, more beauty for him!
Vernon continues to make steps toward his recovery, more alert every day. I can’t tell much more about it until the doctor gives the ok, but I am seeing some big steps to his recovery from the trach. Much better breathing…hoping that very soon he can be off it completely. That’s what I want… and what I am pushing for, but obviously the doctors know best. Still, a little squeaky wheel action from the wife can’t hurt.
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These are so gorgeous!!! The caterpillar makes me think of cocoons which of course is kind of what’s going on for Vernon right now. He’s cocooned up, conserving outward exertion so he can grow anew inside. So much is happening for him. Now it’s reminding me of some of my first walks in the desert. At first I thought ‘How barren! How little there is here!’ Then someone pointed out to me to look at the desert with new eyes. Look deeply. Look closely. I did and I saw a thousand tiny miracles out there, and was humbled. There are a thousand thousand little miracles happening inside of Vernon, I think.
Thanks, Pam. I love that comment about the desert. You know Vernon would love that. He could live in the desert, though I cant handle the stillness of it for too long. We spoke about that last year when we went out to Joshua Tree. He was in heaven…quite at home. Hmmm…makes me think a little more. Thank you for your profound gift of a word.
Allison, I love the first comment; it’s so encouraging and beautiful! It really does make me think even though we aren’t in your shoes right now. Praying for the trach removal…squeaky wives can make a lot happen!! 🙂
Blessings, Allison! Continue on your journey supported by the love of God and your family and friends, which seem to all be plentiful!
I love the brain too. Good that you are pushing, thats the way to go! Trust yourself, your feelings will most likely be right, even though the doctors know the medicine. Love the letters, so does Maki. Lots of love from us.
what wonderful, giving, talented friends surround you. the prayers and hugs continue…
Allsion, Am glad that Vern is improving and that even tho you are tired that you still give thanks. Our prayers and blessings are being poured out for Vern and the whole family. Am sure that if Betty and Hy were still alive they would be praying for Vern. Causes me to say do you suppose that know about Vern’s condition and are praying for him even from Heaven.
Love,
Becky
Such thoughtfulness and creativity!