A Bigger Twinge

I’ve refrained from writing lately on my blog. My recent absences are due to the #Convention2012 for Stampin’ Up. It was a great few days seeing many wonderful classes and lots of new products.  Information about a special club will be coming soon. Our home has been covered with uneasiness over these next few days at Mayo Clinic making it difficult to share how we are doing. We’re unsure what to expect as doctors examine all of Bob’s past medical records since that famous day in February 2008 that transformed our lives.

Bob slipped and fell on the ice that fateful day. He joined the ranks of disabled and had his life bombarded with huge changes that didn’t have his stamp of approval. Many activities were just ripped from his capabilities while he wanted to cling to at least some of his past. That’s how Bob views it.

I view it as a narrow escape from the world of quadriplegia. I still feel the weight of a surgeon’s arm as we stand in a hospital hallway looking at crushed vertebrae.  Bob doesn’t remember those weeks immediately after the fall. He can look at our mailbox without shudders of past images floating by. The hours with specialists and their solemn faces as they warned me of the horrid possibilities Bob may have to face are unknown to Bob. I lived in the ICU with the support of staff, friends and family in a time of tears and fears. That’s when I realized the stupendous power of prayer.

We don’t know what will happen here. Will the doctors merely agree with the diagnosis and send us on our way? Will some of their suggestions be difficult to accept? Will the prognosis dim dreams and hopes for the future? We don’t know. Period. That doesn’t concern me as much as it haunts my husband.

I remember Bob had such grand expectations of Mayo when I was the patient. He worshipped the sacred power bursting from the walls of this Rochester monument. My hubby confidence soared, so sure that my headaches and vertigo would magically disintegrate when the Mayo wand was twirled in my direction. It didn’t work that way.

Please think of us throughout these next days. I’ll take time to post our daily actions, just as I first started blogging about my days in balmy Minnesota.  I love it. We come in January when the mercury dipped to -22^o without the effect of wind chill. Now we come in the cool days of July. We’re nuts. Stay tuned for power packed posts. In reality, there will be lots of sitting and waiting and sitting some more as Bob undergoes multiple assessments. I’m sure I’ll sorely miss my life of excitement at home where I would watch our grass turn even browner and crispier. What we could really use our some prayers of comfort coming this way. Right now, emotions of fear, trepidation and determination are mixed with a twinge of hope. Help us get a bigger twinge. Help my hubby know that life is good.

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