I knew Jon was doing well when, on her third visit to the ICU, Jon was encouraging his heart surgeon, who wants to write a book, to start a blog. Jon went from patient to teacher two days after Open Heart Surgery. On the third day, yesterday, we came home.
Lots went on at the farm when we were gone. Deb took care of the animals and even got Frieda to go for a walk, our farrier Ken Norman found and treated an abscess on Lulu’s hoof, the house was cleaned, a chair was moved into the living room for Jon to sleep in, the fridge stocked with food, the lawn mowed, air conditions put in the windows, loving messages offering support and help were waiting.
Jon was in the hospital for eight days, but hospital time is different from home time. It seems like we haven’t been home in months and that we never left at the same time. And being in the hospital I found I forgot what home was like, how good it feels to be there. The hospital room becomes it’s own world, where day and night are interchangeable and the natural world doesn’t exist. It’s a place of connection in some ways and complete disconnection in others. On the ride home Jon couldn’t believe how green everything was although it was no greener than eight days before. But he had been staring at beige walls and curtains for over a week. And home, the house, the animals, the earth underfoot, it’s the most healing place there is.
So now it’s healing time. For the next two weeks, Jon will need my help doing the most mundane things, no pushing, pulling or lifting for three months or so. I’m sure it won’t be long before he’s tired of me reminding him how he’s supposed to get in and out of a chair, not to pick up his camera, or to take his pills, and I’m tired of reminding him. I’m curious to see how well I do, what I learn and how well we do together. A couple of things we have going for us is that we love each other and know how to talk to each other when things get difficult. There’s also Jon’s determination and independence and creativity.
So for the next couple of weeks, I’m putting on my Nurse Rached hat. I’ll keep drawing, of course and blogging, somewhat of the caretakers blog I suppose. I know I can do the Rached part, but I’m not as sure about the nurse part.