Wednesday, 01/29

From the police report:  "UPON MY ARRIVAL, WYOMING FIRE AND AMR PARAMEDICS WERE ALREADY ON SCENE AND IN THE PROCESS OF TREATING BOTH PATIENTS. I NOTICED THE DRIVER OF ONE VEHICLE WAS LYING IN THE MIDDLE OF GEZON PKWY WITH A LARGE AMOUNT OF BLOOD NEAR HER HEAD. HER HEAD WAS ALSO COVERED WITH SEVERAL BLANKETS AND HER FACE WAS CONCEALED."

     "When you arise in the morning think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love."  (Marcus Aurelius)   Life, being alive, is such a precious gift.

     Today was shower day for Caren.  First thing this am we had a fashion show, to decide which clothes would accommodate her cast, and be easy to wear with all her injuries.  Then, Caren was to walk to the shower, again.  In came PT, and took away her hemi-walker. *gasps*   There goes security, for it truly is a very steady aid to walking.  Today PT presented Caren with the prettiest, blue-patterned mobility cane.  Those who know Caren will recognize the significance of a blue cane.  I've got to say, Caren and I both wondered if the cane would be sufficient.  Like the champ that she is, Caren was willing to try it out.  Off we went to the shower, as I supported her R arm.  PT also put a wedge pillow at the back of the shower chair to support Caren's broken back and scapula.  Ah!  Sweet bliss, such simple amenites!  We bagged the pillows in plastic so they wouldn't get wet.  Hey, we're getting this showering down to a science, :-)    Can you only imagine how delightful a nice, warm sudsy shower can feel?   After the shower, for the first time since January 04, Caren put on a pretty blue shirt and matching slacks.  Clean, and feeling more normal, and a tad more dignified.  What a day!  Somehow it made the pain more tolerable.
     Early tomorrow morning Caren is being transported to a doctor's appointment - a orthopedics doc (doc of the bones).  We'll have to see how that goes.

     I'm not sure if I can convey what I want to say next.  My thought, my reminiscence is of a little tow-headed baby girl toddling across the floor taking her very first steps.  My very grown up big girl/wife/mother/aunty is again toddling across the floor - learning to walk all over again. Words cannot convey all the emotions whirling around in my heart as I watch her struggle.  I can no more help her now than I could when she was a baby learning to walk, only now, the victory is in something lost and regained - not a first adventure of discovery.  *tears*
     I am reminded again and again just how precious a life is.
     Thank you, God!