I have had this analogy forming in my head for over a month now, but I am afraid that putting it to words may not work well.   Here’s trying.  I know the idea has been helpful to me, I just hope it makes sense to someone else.

Rock climbing. Or rather rock-wall climbing.  I’ve only tried it a couple of times, and because I didn’t do well at it, I gave up and never really got the basics of it into my body or brain. Climbing upward from one hand/foot-hold to another, I would get stuck often because I liked the  comfort of a firm-feeling grasp I might find and then not want to move on if I couldn’t find equally-comfortable footing. Then I would get fatigued, blindly searching for another place for my foot or other hand.  And I wouldn’t get anywhere. In fact, I gave up before I gave it another go. Had I tried again, trusted a different approach, I might have gotten better, or at least have achieved a higher view or feeling of accomplishment.

I imagine for rock-climbers, it isn’t comfort-zone to comfort-zone, like it might be on a ladder or a path.  I imagine its also a sideways journey at times, maybe even a couple steps back down the mountain in order to get better footing to move forward again, stronger than before.

Back to the hospital/recovery scenario with Vernon: there have been many times that I hold on to one area of his improvement with my left hand. For example, I held on to his hand-squeezes for a week, but then there wasn’t enough change to stay there for long, no upward motion. I needed to find a place for my right hand, and there was nothing in sight. I found myself scrambling for better news and began to accept new unexpected footholds, even if they seem out of the way from the direction I wanted to focus on. Maybe it’s the move to a new room, maybe its another tube or monitor being removed from Vernon’s body, another story of recovery from a TBI patient.

Sometimes, when I am obsessed with a certain angle of recovery, this new foothold can feel like a step backward at first, just because it isn’t the thing I want to see most that day. But it isn’t really going backward at all; it is actually a lateral movement, which is part of  the upward momentum when all of it comes together. The journey in my mind is what is changing. The experience isn’t a straight line.  But it is good. And unlike my previous rock-wall attempts,  I can’t give up this round. Therefore, it will be rewarding. It already is.

Today I felt like I was climbing the walls out of sheer boredom. Being a busy, project-minded type, I don’t like things to stay the same for long. I have run out of creative ideas to help my husband, and so I was beginning to get annoyed and  well…bored.  A more familiar kind of wall-climbing.

AND THEN, these three things happened:

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The Infectious Disease Specialist came by today to tell me that Vernon has been off antibiotics for a week. He said Vernon’s white blood cell count was back to normal and I shouldn’t be expecting to see him again. All signs of infection are gone from Vernon’s body. I’d almost forgotten about the scare from a couple of weeks ago…it was like looking back to a crevice in the rock waaaay behind us.

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Here is a really foggy (or arty?) picture of Dr. Wilkins checking on his handiwork after the final wrapping was removed from Vernon’s forearm. He was happy with the healing of the pelvis and femur too, by the way.  I love listening to surgeons assess their own work: it truly is something they should be proud of.  Vernon’s bones are almost completely healed now, which is a blessing and when Vernon fully wakes up, he won’t have to deal with the pain of broken bones. Some soreness, for sure, but not a broken bone! I think if I were him, that’s the way I’d want it too.

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And I’m also thankful that Vernon wasn’t awake to see his gorgeous respiratory therapist today. This lady gives Sophia Vergara a run for her money (with a South American accent too!) She’s great, but lets hope she isn’t the one in the room when he fully wakes up. Or maybe for his sake, maybe she should be!  I have this on good authority: all the female nurses look at her and wonder why their scrubs don’t look the same.

Yes, another reason to be thankful. God bless lateral thinking. Goodness is everywhere. Lets keep reaching for it.

Lets keep climbing.

 

For the big thinkers, if you want an even better theory on Lateral Thinking, here is a great one:

“At first the truths Phaedrus began to pursue were lateral truths; no longer the frontal truths of science, those toward which the discipline pointed, but the kind of truth you see laterally, out of the corner of your eye. In a laboratory situation, when your whole procedure goes haywire, when everything goes wrong or is indeterminate or is so screwed up by unexpected results you can’t make head or tail out of anything, you start looking laterally. That’s a word he later used to describe a growth of knowledge that doesn’t move forward like an arrow in flight, but expands sideways, like an arrow enlarging in flight, or like the archer, discovering that although he has hit the bull’s eye and won the prize, his head is on a pillow and the sun is coming in the window. Lateral knowledge is knowledge that’s from a wholly unepected direction, from a direction that’s not even understood as a direction until the knowledge forces itself upon one. Lateral truths point to the falseness of axioms and postulates underlying one’s existing system of getting at truth.”

Robert M Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

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