Showing posts with label Lou Gherig's. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lou Gherig's. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

More Life Lessons Learned Late

Just because you or someone you love has Lou Gherig's, doesn't mean life stops.  Things still happen.  Children from the far side of the world decide to move back home.  The family business must be attended to and sometimes truck tires come flying down the super and hit your front fender.

The last thing happened to us on the way home from Durham VA Medical Center.  It was at the cusp of rush hour.  I was on the inner third lane and there was no where to go.  So I remembered our sailing days when something happens that could lose lives.  I grabbed the tiller of the Dodge Caravan and stayed on course.  I had seen the tire pop off the truck, whether it was on the flatbed or on an axle I cannot say, but it disengaged and barreled toward us at a phenomenal speed.  The trajectory was such that I knew it would either have missed us by an inch or nailed the right front quarter of the van. It did the latter, and only later did we both wonder why the airbags didn't deploy and that was one of the many blessings that occurred in those 5 seconds.  No one else was hit, the state trooper surmised it bounced off us and sailed over the other cars and  into the woods of Hillsborough. We were able to hobble off the highway, as the other drivers realized what had happened and slowed down to let us cross three lanes onto the shoulder.

And then of course, the comedy began.  I couldn't find the hazard button.  Pat had no idea where it was either.  While I called 911, we were both frantically searching for it.  As I was describing the incident to the dispatcher, (and why do they always want to know what color the car is?)  Pat found it. Unfortunately, that day his voice didn't work too well and I couldn't understand what he was saying. He was strapped in  the Permobile in the back. He couldn't lean forward and he can't raised his arms to point.  At this point I was laughing at the whole thing while trying to talk to 911. How could we manage to survive the impact, but not be able to find the hazard button?   Finally, after great effort he was able to communicate to me where it was located and we  settled in and waited for Trooper AJ Gurney, a handsome fellow who was quite kind.

Life doesn't stop and neither do blessings.  If the airbags had deployed, I think many people could have been hurt. I couldn't have controlled that tank of a van and I would have slammed into another car. It was a beautiful clear fall day so the other drivers could see what happened. We had a sweet tow fellow and trooper who helped get Pat out of the van safely. We have daughters who live near enough to come rescue us when things like this happen. And they bring grandsons who are always so interested in crashes and crackups, the conversation is never allowed to get maudlin.

When we first got news about Pat's ALS, I thought I heard a burglar one night.  I was lying in bed and I thought, "go ahead kill us and take everything."  That is known as despair and at that lowest point,  I probably felt closer to Judas than Jesus.  The feeling soon passed and every day since, we feel blessed by life and living.  Some days we feel more blessed than others.

Thursday, September 12, 2013

September 12, 2013

It's fun to walk early in the morning to see that no matter how much my life has changed, some things are eternal.  I love to look in the cars and see children being shuttled to school by their parents and it is the same as ever.  They are FURIOUS that their parents exist, much less have to be their chauffeurs.  They would much rather just pretend they sprung up out of the earth like that damned wisteria I cannot conquer in my yard. Both are pretty to look at but then  both the kids and the plants wrap their tendrils around their support systems, sucking all the life juices leading to death of those silly enough to get involved with these two disparate creations of God. 

Nowadays tho, instead of looking vapidly out of the window trying to ignore the abundant life before their eyes, they are focused on texting their friends with whom they rarely make eye contact...it is all via smart phone.

What, are you asking does this have to do with ALS (amyotrophic lateral sclerosis otherwise known as Lou Gehrig's)? I recently went to the doc and found out my cholesterol was SKY HIGH, like Scarlett O'Hara's cotton prices and have to start doing something if I don't want to leave my wheelchair bound husband behind in the care of his four lovely, addled daughters. (I might also add that they are my children too-no matter how much they argue that fact..I was there, I remember it all.)

In a desperate move to NOT have to take the dreaded statins, I am walking every day...we shall see how long this lasts.