I look out the window and see people scurrying on the street, off to wherever they're going, and marvel at the simplicity of living day to day. Activities of daily living . . . something else we usually take for granted. Eric and I had a conversation the other evening, as he perused the Sam Houston High School Course Guide for 2009-2010. It went something like this.
"Eric, I can't believe you and Andrew will be in high school next year!"
He nodded his head.
"Of course, if we were still in Pa., you'd only be in your last year of junior high."
"You'd be the big fish instead of the little fish.
"This year was your year to be the big fish, in middle school." Sigh. "I'm so sorry you've missed so much this year."
Nod. Head shake. Shoulder shrug. Then Eric mouthed, "What can you do?"
His ability to accept his circumstances, to deal with the present, to not be angry, never ceases to amaze me.
We spoke with the pulmonologist at length today. We're tossing around the idea of possibly going to a rehab facility. But we also talked about the possibility of going home and doing rehab as an outpatient in Lake Charles. There's so much to look into, to find out if we'd have adequate resources in Lake Charles. Two weeks . . . just having a possible end point gives us hope.