Sunday, June 24, 2012

It was a Coleman Kinda Day

The stuff that happens in the Coleman world really defies explanation.  When our friends have a "Coleman Day" we really want to apologize cause sometimes it feels like our name ranks right up there with Murphy.

A couple of weeks ago, Billy was working on the Coleman bus, which is really a Ford 15 passenger van, but one of the lug nuts was stuck.  So without thinking, he pulled on the lug wrench...which promptly popped off and hit him just above the eye.  I was in the garden and heard the clatter of the wrench hitting the concrete.  When I asked him if he was ok, he said, "I'll let ya know in a minute."  Billy is stoic.  Really stoic.  Anything more than'"I am fine." can range from ...he is wow, he just amputated a limb.  So I decided that running down to help him might be wise.

Which was my undoing.

Billy's eyebrow swelled immediately but with ice, he recovered nicely...not even a black eye.

My left foot, on the other hand, swelled later that night, and almost two weeks later, is still swollen due to a sesamoid fracture.  What is a sesamoid one asks.  Well, there are two little bones in the ball of your foot called sesamoids.  When my orthopedic looked at me and asked how in the world I fractured it, I laughed and said, "Um, skill?"  So, my foot is bandaged and in a fashionable (not!) boot, and I am on crutches, non-weight bearing for 4-6 weeks.  That upper body workout I keep trying to fit in?  Well...let me tell ya...I get it regularly now.

Did I mention yet that I am now in Cincinnati?  Yep.  I break this bone, end up on crutches, and less than a week later I am scheduled to fly with Will to Cincinnati for an MRI and two doctor appointments.  Our Angel Flight pilots were fabulous and all agreed to find some way of getting me in the plane.  There goes the pride.

We are being totally spoiled by Becky R, are resting, and are seeing friends we have not seen in months.  We even got to worship this morning in our "other" church, Faith Presbyterian.  Will has had his MRI and hopefully we will get the results on Monday when we see the neurosurgeon.  Wednesday we see the plastic surgeon, and Thursday we fly home.  I miss my family dearly, but am grateful for my Ohio family.  I cannot imagine managing all of this without them. 

Monday, June 11, 2012

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

I am sitting here in MCV yet again, waiting for William.  His port has developed issues over the last couple of weeks.  He was scheduled for a port study this morning, but after the issues of the weekend, it is being replaced...and it is taking forever because the previous port was deeply installed and is taking a while to get out.

So while I am actually sitting still, I figured I would finally log onto the blog and see about updating it.  And then I realized how long it has been since that was actually done.  So, how about the short version?  Is there such a thing?

Will was back in the hospital in April in what was one of the hardest admissions we have ever experienced.  It was really the first time that an attending just would not even try to grasp the situation which resulted in Will's care being less than what was needed.  The nutrition department decided to eliminate almost everything from his menu due to his food allergies, which resulted in their providing significantly fewer calories than he needed, which meant that I was buying his food and bringing it to him.  Needless to say, by the time we got home, my temper was in rare form and I was ready to shake some trees to ensure that this never happened again.  Dr. T graciously heard my complaints and is managing the situation for which I am grateful.

The brain injury is creating fewer issues in my life, but the night vision issues and fatigue and occasional "what is that word?" seem to still exist.  I am grateful for improvement but will be very happy to have this fully resolved.  I am once again cleared to run, but trying to figure out how to fit that back into our lives seems challenging.

Caroline currently is not a candidate for surgery.  While the mito question still looms, the surgeon in Ohio believes that her brain stem is fine and will not require intervention.  Good news is rare in our world, so it was really hard to believe, but we are indeed grateful for it!

The best news...of course is saved for last.  William "Cole" Winyard arrived Saturday early morning.  Caty had just sent the message that she thought labor was a myth, but alas, she learned otherwise.  :)  While pregnancy can feel like it lasts forever, it really doesn't...and at the end, you are blessed with a beautiful son. Cole weighed in at a lovely 8 lb 2 oz and appears healthy and happy.  Nana (I) certainly enjoy(s) holding him! 

So, Will and his new port are about to return to this frigid room we call recovery. I will try to be more faithful in the updates.  Life has just seemed so challenging in the last few months...