It’s been a very long week, that’s for sure. Lots of sadness. Lots of good things. Lots of stress. Lots of big decisions.
Yesterday I told you about Chappy’s accident which left him in a coma fighting for his life. Over the weekend, more sad things happened. More good and happy things. More stress. More big decisions.
Lots more big decisions.
His daughter and the rest of the family probably had the biggest decision of all. To still have the wedding when her dad was so recently critically injured or not.
The day before the marriage was supposed to take place, the doctors officially and finally started talking hopefully about Chappy. They started mentioning rehab and a future (as hard as it was going to be) and they stopped talking about Chappy possibly dying. He would probably be stabilized in the intensive care unit, in and out of his coma, for several weeks. This was huge (and good) news.
And then the best news of all. Chappy made it past the first 72 hours.
I guess the medical standard for brain swelling and bleeding after a brain injury is 72 hours, meaning that if it’s stopped swelling and isn’t getting worse after 72 hours, chances are it is not going to get worse. Of course, he’s not out of the woods, but it’s good news.
And finally getting there, the wedding was able to happen, albeit sad clouds looming over it as Chappy missed his father’s dance at his one and only daughter’s wedding. I wasn’t there, so I can only assume that the air was heavy. I can only assume the decisions surround it all were beyond difficult. I know how much that girl loves her dad and I know how much Chappy loves his little girl.
As for Noah’s mom, I don’t even want to guess how many big and small decisions she has had to make this past week. I can only assume it has been overwhelming and impossible at times.
As for us, I’ve had many of my own decisions to make.
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