Sunday, August 7, 2011

Rearranging the furniture

I was about to write a post (this is Chuck, Lucy's dad), when the nurse suggested we rearrange the furniture. I thought he was joking (yes, he), but he was quite serious, and quite excited about it. So I consented, and my new location by the window has inspired me to write an optimistic post.

I haven't felt too optimistic today. I am frustrated that Lucy is in pain. I am frustrated that she has to remain sedated for an unknown amount of time, despite her constant efforts to fight the drugs and wake up. I am frustrated that the surgeon wasn't able to fix her problem in one surgery. I am frustrated that they don't know what her heart needs to function normally.

But I am hopeful that we will all survive this month. Lucy is pink. She is starting to get rid of some of the excess fluid. Today was a rough day for her, but the calmness of the night shift has been therapeutic, and she requires fewer drugs to keep her calm.

Sometimes all we need is time and a new point of view to see the situation a little better.

(And thus ends my attempt to be as profound as Eliza).


The Finlinsons said...

Chuck. This is Tyson. You are one of my heroes! I don't know how you juggle all the chaos that had been going on the last few years, but I have never once heard you complain. In fact you are probably a happier and more optimistic guy than the majority of people that don't have all this "stuff" going on. Thanks for being a friend. Let me know if there is anything I can ever do for you, I mean it!

Katie said...

Very profound. Lucy, and all your kids are lucky to have parents like you. We love you guys!

StrawberryBlond said...

I second everything said here. I wish I had given you a much longer hug when I saw you briefly last week. I don't know what I was thinking! I wasn't thinking, obviously. Happens too often.

We are continually praying for Lucy and for you and Eliza. We love you guys so much.