Expect the Unexpected

It's hard to believe that only a week ago a disruption in my plan for the next couple of weeks occurred. I had just been telling everyone how much I was looking forward to the next couple of weeks between the ending of radiation treatments and the MRI when I was going to take a mental break from worry, daily trips to radiation, and making sure chemo and all other pills were taken on time. Ending chemo and radiation seemed to be great timing. I was just going back to school and would have time and energy to devote to setting up my classroom and figuring out curriculum. I enjoyed this time very much ... all five days of it...

Things changed drastically last Sunday night as Joe developed scary symptoms and was taken by ambulance to the ER. Both the doctors we've talked to as well as friends who've dealt with this awful disease told me that things could change at any given moment. So the change was expected and unexpected at the same time.

It wasn't a surprise to me when the CT scan came back revealing that there was swelling in the brain because not only had I been told that it was a possibility, but because his symptoms fit that possibility. There are protocols in place to deal with such complications, so I trusted that Joe was in good hands, and I simply needed to wait and get information from the doctors.

As the neurologist came and checked Joe out the next morning, she confirmed what the other doctors had told me, as well as what I had been thinking even before he had been taken for the CT scan the night before. Joe was awake, but his body would not respond as he kept asking it to. He was so weak and looked so miserable. My heart ached for him. But the doctor seemed optimistic about increasing steroids to rectify the situation. Over the next several hours, I was hopeful as slowly strength and life began to return to my husband's uncooperative body. Soon, I thought. Soon I would be able to take him home and get back to normal life.

That was until another couple of days when the symptoms he had originally had melted away and new symptoms appeared. The left side of his face was numb and unresponsive, swallowing became difficult, and he had double vision. Joe was now able to get up and walk around, but these new symptoms had me worried. I didn't expect these. The nurse told me that it wasn't unusual and there were treatments to correct the situation. She was on the phone with neurosurgery until a doctor arrived to check on him and re-evaluate the MRI. He told me that after looking at the MRI himself and consulting with several other surgeons that he didn't think that there was something in his brain causing these new symptoms. Rather, the symptoms were more than likely a side-effect of some of the medications that he was on.

Of course, there is no blinking light identifying the cause in my husband's body. I know that the doctors are making their best guess unless there is a flashing light indicating a cause. However, I also know that all the doctors that have been caring for Joe, have a lot of experience to help guide them in their guesses.

Wednesday night, the surgeon told me that the next step would be to watch him for a couple of days, then do another MRI. So, Wednesday night I expected for him to be in the hospital for another couple of days.

Unexpectedly, I was able to bring him home on Friday. This by far was the best unexpected event. :)

Joe has enjoyed being home, sleeping in his own bed (even though that involves fighting for room from the dogs and cat), and eating normal food. He is working through learning to function with his new, unexpected symptoms, and doing remarkably well from my perspective. I know that he feels frustrated at times, but I think that he's doing splendidly!

I find it interesting how outside "Our New Journey," things have been unexpected as well. I can't remember ever beginning the school year with a rainy day schedule. And what a crazy day on Thursday with the wide-spread blackout!

The unexpected is going to happen because we can't predict or plan for everything. But we can be flexible and resourceful when it does arrive. What is it the Marine's say? .... "Improvise, Adapt, and Overcome." I think it's fitting advice.

Thank you again for all of your support and prayers.

<3 Gilly