Friends,
Carter had a good day today. His appetite is returning, and his contusions are all healing very rapidly. He had good sized abrasions on his face and chin, and now they are almost gone. His pain is better today, and his agitation is better since being back in familiar surroundings. He is getting around well, and doing most things for himself now.
He took a long nap today after his doctor appointment, and he is asleep again-just what his brain needs. Next week he will begin Physical therapy and speech therapy for some memory and other cognitive issues. We will also be seeing a neurologist to manage his seizure medications, and a cognitive psychologist who will help determine a recovery plan, as well as tell us what he can tolerate, for how long and when. I have so many people I want to thank and so many miracles I want to share, but tonight it is too much for me to do justice to. My heart is overwhelmed with gratitude for each of you. This is what has been on my heart today:
In times of great distress, a minute can seem an hour, and an hour a minute. It seems we have been on a journey of what should of been weeks crammed into 4 days. Everything happened so fast, things changed so fast, and praise The Lord ultimately for the better. It has been hard to wrap my brain around all that has transpired since Monday. Today for the first time I had a few opportunities to sit in solitude and try and unpack all of my emotions that have been overpowered by the adrenaline that was keeping me focused on each next obstacle at hand. At times it all feels like a blur, other times so clear. It feels as if I was there, but not. It feels recent and it feels removed. Some moments feel raw, and some numb. The spectrum of emotion is broad and feels very disproportionate to the small scope of time in which they transpired. In the quiet today, I found myself wondering when I will feel “normal” again, and then I remembered-I won’t. Each time we experience an abrupt change in life, we are changed. We move forth newly shaped and forever altered in ways that only those who have weathered similar storms can identify. I rarely welcome the walk of a dusty, dirt road, but I am always grateful for the dividends those walks yield. Crisis either creates us or it conquers us. One truth I know, it is not the crisis that is in control, but where our heart is anchored that determines the fruit of our paths. I truly do not know how we can weather this life without a faith deeply rooted in the promises of the Gospel that not only allow us to understand, but to stand under them for protection, security and comfort when circumstances are raging war on our soul.