I’ve had a lot of irons on the fire lately, doctoral program, teaching the best class I’ve ever had, but that’s all changed. My husband fell while visiting friends in his hometown in Mississippi. It was a week before Christmas and we’ve been in the hospital ever since. He is currently a paraplegic and we’re at a restorative center in Memphis (near OUR hometown) trying to get off the ventilator. Then there will be time in a rehabilitation center to try and get more mobility. While we are all hopeful, there have been many setbacks and the whole process has been somewhat discouraging to say the least.
Not surprisingly, I have a whole new outlook on planning. The plans for our family are tenuous. There are worries about tuition, bills, money in general. I have accumulated over 100 sick days, so I am able to stay here, in the hospital. Since he is currently unable to talk, I feel that it is important to be here 24/7. Doctors show up at all hours of the day and night and their lipreading skills are sketchy at best. The nurses are doing better at figuring out what he needs/wants, but I’m still the expert.
The garden has strawberry patches that need tending and there are no stryfoam cups filled with dirt and seeds on the kitchen table. That will all have to wait for those days that I can drive home to Ripley. So far, they are few and far between. I was home about 3 weeks ago to set up an aquarium I had received for my classroom through donorschoose.org. I wish I could have been there to see the kids when the plants and animals were put in. I know they are enjoying it and I am so thankful for the wonderful teachers and assistants who have been looking after them (children and aquarium creatures).
The generosity of the our community has been overwhelming. We have had money, cards, visits, favors, calls, e-mails, Starbucks cards, snacks, toiletries, Facebook messages and more every day. Friends are watching the house, delivering the mail and caring for the outdoor cats. Our indoor cats have been put in foster care with our daughter (unbeknown to her landlord) and she has enjoyed their company. Since we’re in Memphis, the kids can visit frequently without missing work or school (all 3 of them have jobs as well as college).
While none of this was anticipated, we’re muddling through. The real disappointments come when I come up with the slightest thought of a plan: a walk upstairs to do laundry, a decrease on the ventilator, eating lunch – none of these seem to work out. From now on, all is spontaneous. PLAN is a dirty word I shall not use. EVER.










