A beautiful post from his wife:
It's 4 in the morning and my brain is freaking out because it doesn't know what to do with so much rest. So far no one is sick this morning.
I was was finally ably to see Jason at 4:30 last night. He reached for my hand and mouthed to me he had a hard day. The brain injury makes him cry easily. To me that is endearing, but a totally foreign aspect to our relationship. I told him he is the strongest man I know and that I have complete faith in him and I love him.
He had physical therapy yesterday. He was taken off the ventilator but the transition opened a new scab at the sight and measures were taken to assure us this was indeed the bleed we saw. He was given sedatives and I watched the scope go down his throat. Although it was completely enthralling to me, the poor guy gagged profusely.
Troy Horton came in to see him with Jason's phone and it was as if he had been reunited with his third arm. Somehow in my memory I can hear the angelic chorus. He needed to make sure rent was being paid. He went to sign in, looked at me with tears in his eyes and mouthed, "I can't remember my pin." Everything is sadder with tears.
Jason was given the talking valve yesterday but because of the bleed and the dire need to suction it out of his lungs he wasn't able to keep it. As long as the bleed is done I don't see why he won't have it later today.
Plans are in the works for the big move to rehab today. Barring any further complications he will be situated in his seventh hospital room by the end of the day.
I have never loved my husband more. The caregiver in me has lacked the empathy to give him the kind of attention he deserves. How does one take care of superman? This very human experience has burrowed into my heart and brought out a deeper love than I knew I could have. It is one of the greatest blessings of my life.
When he asks why this happened, if nothing else I will say, "So I could love you more."