Written September 3, 2010  7:56 pm

The third plasmapherisis procedure was performed this morning, according to plan.  Anita was quite tired thereafter and rested for the remainder of the day, while briefly visiting with family members.  The current plan is to continue with the daily steroid program plus two (2) more plasmapherisis procedures on Sunday and Tuesday.  Further tests will be performed at that point.

"Happiness, not in another place, but this place...not for another hour, but this hour."  Walt Whitman

Mindfulness.  Living in the moment.  I remember learning how to mindfully eat a raisin at an OT continuing education class.  Pay attention to the wrinkly, tough exterior of the fruit rolling over the tongue, slowly softening to a gummy sweetness that sticks to the teeth.  Mindful raisin eating takes time.  There is no shortage of time when lying in a hospital bed  with no ability to move, talk or breathe on my own. Worry worms its way into my thoughts trying to fill up time and space. I know I need to chase it away.  Think good thoughts.  I am keenly aware of the sound of the ventilator, the noises in the hall, the sound of helicopters landing on the roof, the light that moves across the sheets at night when my door is opened. But these are hospital sights and sounds. Not good mindfulness fodder.

So my happiness/mindfulness comes in snippets and brief moments of insight.  A quick peak into the deep blue eyes of my husband.  The eyes that have seen me through many moments.  The touch of his hand on my cheek that anchors me to the present.  The familiar sound of my son's keys jingling from his belt loop as he strolls into my room. It reminds me that there is life outside these walls and for that I am grateful. The clean fresh scent of my favorite hand lotion that the nurses rub onto my skin disguises the hospital smell for just a little while. Sometimes I spy the moon from my window.  I find hope and magic in the moon.  I gaze upon it until sleep steals me away.

The human spirit is amazing. There are instances when I feel an incredible inner peace, full of hope and serenity.  I visualize walking in the woods with my dog, sure footed, over mossy rocks, breathing in the scents of composting wood and leaves, listening to the flowing stream that follows us, and feeling a damp breeze across my face.  I can't wait for that moment.  But I must be mindful of my current blessings.  My family, my friends and my faith to help me through.  Now...for just a little while.

Written September 2, 2010 8:06 pm

Anita got a good night's sleep and was quite alert today.  She watched "Good Morning America" in the morning and some "Soaps" in the afternoon.  She visited with family members for short periods in the afternoon and rested for the remainder of the day.  The plasmapherisis procedure/program will resume tomorrow morning.  We remain hopeful that the combination of this procedure and steroid treatment will set her on the path to recovery.

Today is my oldest son's 18th birthday.  He wants a tattoo for his gift.  I decided I should get one too, as I am curious and I love new experiences.  We didn't have an appointment.  I don't even know what I want inked or where.  Who knows if we really would have gone or not.  But I can't go.  I am stuck here.  All that I am missing is starting to sink in.  The final leg of the Eagle Scout journey, Senior pictures, college applications, tattoos.  And with my younger son, exploring photography, bands, music, girls. I want to be there to tell them it will be OK.  Tell them to take opportunities, seek the new and embrace the old.  Savor the moments.  Take nothing for granted.  I want to tell them I will be OK.  Wait for me. But I can't even talk to them. 

So I reflect on my own life.  I have been so fortunate.  I've experienced more than some, but surely less than some too.  I never climbed Everest, will never become a Saint for good deeds done, but I have lived. And I have tried.  I was an actress, a mime, a clown.  I went to clown church once.  I've been in the circus, on the radio and on TV.  I was even on the cover of a magazine once.  I rescued a one legged duck from mud that tried to suck me in like quicksand, only to finally reach the stricken fowl and watch him fly away.  I helped a veterinarian do surgery on an elderly lady's dog who had just been hit by a car.  I accompanied a friend to the morgue, and while she harvested the eyes of a twenty something year old tragedy, I sat in the front office and studied his belongings.  A watch, wallet and glasses sitting on the desk.  Not much to create a life story out of.

I was arrested once.  I drove cross country with a friend, but never made it to California.  Colorado was just to beautiful to leave.  I rode in a hot air balloon, kissed the Blarney Stone, did the Titanic pose on the front of a Fondue boat in Switzerland. I have loved and been loved and I have had the privilege to be acquainted with some incredible folks.   I flew an airplane once, hitched a ride once and rode a motorcycle once.  Some things need only be experienced once to leave a lasting impression.  But I'm not done.  I have many more people to meet and much more to do.  And how about that tattoo?  But I can't think about that.  Now.....for just a little while.

Written September 1, 2010

The second plasmapherisis procedure ("blood filtering", removal of antibodies from plasma) was performed this morning, again taking approx. two (2) hours according to plan.  The next plasmapherisis procedure will be on Friday morning.  The steroid treatment continued today with twice daily dosages.  Anita rested during the afternoon, meeting with family members and watching some "Soaps" intermittently.

Soaps. A constant.  A familiar.  A normal.  I've been watching General Hospital (GH) off and on since Middle School.  It's my guilty pleasure, my secret, that until now, was rarely shared.  But catching up on GH while in Neuro ICU was helpful on so many levels.  It brought a sense of familiarity and peace watching my old Soap friends.  My brain was working.  Despite my inability to hold onto a thought, I could recall the storyline, problem solve to catch up and predict the future ordeals that would befall the citizens of Port Charles.  Viewing GH gave me something to do, an appointment each day.  There was something else in the room  to take the focus off me.  Visitors could watch too or just watch me watch. It gave folks something to talk about with me, although I'm not sure my visitors understood this clandestine Soap Queen side of me.

Being mute made visitations awkward.  I tried to talk with my eyes, nodding my head, mouthing words.  Forming voiceless words is frustrating for the talker and the listener. I'm sure that's why babies cry. At least tears will get them soothing words and hugs.  I just got vacant looks or sad eyes.  Communication is extremely difficult when even gesturing is impossible.  John was the best at figuring out what I wanted or needed, but even he failed at times.  We had a notebook and if he held it at just the right angle I could scribble a few letters with my right hand, but they were mostly illegible.

My dear friend who works in Rehab became my communication champion. My advocate.  She captured any staff person with a name badge who entered my room and spoke adamantly about my need to talk and communicate with my kids, my friends, my family.  I will be forever grateful to her for fighting for me.  She new that my speaking was possible.  I was full of questions and wanted to be a part of conversations. But for today, I just watched my Soap, where I could talk to the characters in my head, dolling out advice and offering opinions on their lives, to forget about mine.  Now....for just a little while.

Written August 31, 2010

Anita slept soundly through the night breathing with the aid of the ventilator.  The first plasmapheresis procedure ("blood filtering", removal of antibodies from plasma) was performed during the morning, taking approx.  two (2) hours in accordance with plan.  The tracheotomy procedure (insert breathing tube in trachea), and PEG procedure (insert feeding tube in the stomach) were performed back-to-back in the afternoon without incident.  Anita rested under sedation for the remainder of the evening.  The steroid treatment program was continued today.  The plan is for Anita to sleep thru the night, have another plasmapheresis procedure performed tomorrow in addition to continuing with the steroid treatment program with twice daily doses.

Plasmapherisis.  I have a vague memory of this procedure and the machine that sucked out my blood, cleaned it, and put it back in.  Amazing.   The team of ladies working with me on this were so kind. Their smiles and patience meant a lot to me.  I still didn't fully comprehend what was happening.  I don't remember the PEG insertion or the tracheotomy.  For that I am thankful.

I do remember being so confused at the chaos going on around me.  There were moments full of harried professionals, lots of machines and noise, followed by solitude and quiet, as if someone turned off the power.  Sometimes I was floating above my bed, looking down on my useless body, even venturing out to the waiting room and seeing some of my family members.  I never went through a tunnel or saw any white lights, but I did experience an overwhelming feeling of peace. I felt that everything was going to be ok.  I just had to be patient.  Patience has never been one of my stronger virtues, so this peace could quickly be smothered by fear and anger.  My fickle emotions matched the randomness of my thoughts.  I would think, I need to be strong for my family, but before I could determine if my family was in the room, I would fall asleep, or be interrupted by a blood pressure check or a beeping IV.  So, the thought left me, but would come back to visit when I was alone in the middle of the night, where I doubted myself.  Did I see my family today? What time is it?  I just couldn't make sense of anything and that bothered me.  I knew where I was, but I didn't understand what was wrong and why I wasn't getting any better.

And then the peace would come.  Much needed, I would let it surround me, erase my thoughts and envelope me in the most comfortable bed I've eve been in. A bed I wanted to stay in.  I was suspended, floating on a cloud.  I've never felt anything like that before.  And then the nightmares would come, reality hitting my ears with the hum of the ventilator, the paralysis in my body.  The emotional extremes.  The back and forth.  I was fighting for a much needed middle ground.  Thank God, my family and friends were my constant.   I had to keep going for them.  But I had to wonder, What am I fighting for and where am I going? Peace...now, for just a little while.