I keep telling the nurses that Jaxon is going to owe me BIG TIME!!! You will have to pardon the language here a bit, but I have to borrow Gavin’s momma’s expressions, I felt like I was walking through hell last night carrying Jaxon with me. I have seen things a momma should never see here, done things a momma should never do, and I don’t want to do it anymore. I want my Jaxon better and whatever it takes we are going to do that. I am just at the point that enough is enough.
The doctors and nurses are excellent and I couldn’t ask for more. I have been talking with Dr. Hubble and I do think really he’s an angel….he’s just an awesome Dr. too!! And we have Nurse Dan today too. I know Jaxon is in the best hands…I have no doubts. It’s just so hard to see a child laying here who doesn’t really even look like my son anymore…who I haven’t heard talk or even got to hold in a month.
Dear Lord it’s hard…Amber
I’m sorry to keep bothering you about this, but it’s something that’s close to my heart, having gone through something like it with Aidan’s schizophrenia, and spent a lot of time at the NIH with parents undergoing worse. I know there are some among us here, as well, who understand something of where she’s coming from. If there’s any strength that we can transfuse to the Burnses, I hope we do.
But I also offer this up as a potential testimony to the lengths to which American medicine would go to save the life of a child before socialization.
We will keep them in our prayers, Dan.
Thanks, JD. I saw your better half was here, earlier today.
Yeah. She wanted to see what I enjoyed doing so much. I told her to be on her best behavior. She did not like nishi or heet to much. Her exactly quote was, “How rude”.
A point well taken, Dan.
I thought her comment on how heet and nishi view the rest of us was spot on.
Rob – Which one was that?
I’ll keep them in my prayers also.
(But if only Hillary or Obama could start rationing health care, as happens under every other gov’t controlled system…)
Yes, after socialization no doubt we’ll have a lot more beard-stroking about “quality of life” as the govt dollars stretch thin.
My oldest spent quantity time in the PICU, and I know exactly what the Burnses are going through. From punching the intercom to be let into the ward, to washing under your fingernails, to listening to all the beeping, blooping monitors sounding like a Depeche Mode concert, to slipping your pinkie into a tiny, sleeping fist, to the numb helplessness of the elevator ride back down to the main entrance. I had a happy ending, and I can only hope the Burnses do too.
Well-spoken, S.I.
I’ll offer a humble prayer for the Burnses as well.
Say a few words for The Librarian’s grandfather. He’s in for surgery early this week; due to poor circulation they’re going to remove part of one leg from above the knee. He’s 88, a great guy, and this can’t be easy for any of them.
You’ve got it, Rob. Name? Not that it’s necessary, but it helps me focus.
Going from memory: Ray Smith, Peoria, IL.