Things seem to be moving so fast, suddenly; I’m afraid if I don’t record the passing details, I’ll forget them in the tumbleweed of activity that we are happily caught up in.
I sat with Vernon through dialysis again today. He was difficult at the beginning, when they were hooking him up to the machine, and then again at the end, when they unhooked him. Everything in between was great. Just like the other day, he was able to hold longer conversations, to bring up concepts and memories, to generally engage and be reasoned with when he got nervous or angry. It was the most relaxing session I’ve had with him (at least with him awake.) He does ask for me when he doesn’t trust the nurses: “Get my wife!” So I’ve been able to talk him down, but pretty soon, I won’t be able to spend every day with him. I think its good though…he seems to be more aware of the situation. He knows who he can trust a little more than before, perhaps.
Mike is visiting again with his mat tomorrow, which I’m excited about. I think Vernon’s sitting so still for so long this morning was a direct effect of the boost he got from the mat yesterday. However, I may not be so convinced if it was only that case.
Without going into detail, I read out some more questions from the Purpose of Boys book during Dialysis today, asking Vernon to reply as if he was teenage boys. I was blushingly surprised when I realized most of his answers were something to the effect of: “sex, having sex, getting better at…” It was like a British TV Comedy. I could get rich on this script if there were only an audience! I’m so ready for the “Comedy of the Handicapped” to take off in America. Can’t it be a thing? ( I know the French do it so well.)
I’m pretty sure this is the first time he’s brought up the subject since the accident. I didn’t consider it being part of his ‘U-Turn.’ But hey, I’m sure its a good thing!
Joe told me a few hilarious stories about Vernon since yesterday. He apparently really enjoyed his shower last night, which was notable since he usually yells through the process.
Joe reported: “Everyone in the hall knows when Vernon takes a shower. It’s like the Shower of Horror! But last night, there was none of that. He enjoyed his shower, and even on his way back into the room, said: ‘That was great! You should try it!’ Then he slept through the night.”
I remembered that earlier in the day, he’d asked me to scratch his back, directing me exactly to the source of the itch like he used to do. Something has changed in his senses.
The doctor knows about everything we are doing and said he thinks it’s the CBD oils that are making the most difference. Could be. But I noticed his senses woke up a bit more today than they were yesterday. I think it had something to do with the frequency mats.
These things are all good. I believe they all work together for even more good. And prayer is still the most mysterious, but possibly most important part of it all. No risk writing any of it off now. Please keep praying for us, for him. Something is changing. If its even one tiny thing that makes him more comfortable, it’s a good thing. That’s all I care about now: that he has the best quality of life he can have for as long as he has it. There is freedom is that desire: all that matters is today. Please keep him in your hearts—this too, is part of his healing.
