We made it through the weekend. It was rough. The girls had volleyball tournaments in different cities (always fun trying to be in two places at once) and we were trying to manage Ben’s pain without having him end up in hospital. So far, so good.
As you know from Ben’s previous post, the result of the lidocaine injection on Thursday was not favourable. It ended up being a tough, tough night.
While Ben and Dad were at VGH getting the lidocaine injection, I was at home because of the parent / teacher interviews. Going to those alone was a big mistake …. I think I mentioned in my last post on Thursday that I was unable to make it through even one without dissolving into tears. It was horribly embarrassing. I kept my head down and tried to avoid eye contact with people I know as much as possible.
The entire weekend has exhausted me, so I am going to highlight it using photos. Here we go:
Jaime and Dawson “enjoying” my latest green juice concoction
Since the kids had half a day off because of the parent / teacher interviews, I figured that the least they could do was test my juices. This green one went over better then the last one. I am liking Dawson better then Jaime right now, because he never complains. She whines about the juice like a baby. LOL.
Anyway, I went to the interviews and followed that up with some yoga with this lovely girl:
I think I enjoyed the class a bit more then Raegan, but at least she was willing to keep me company.
Yoga was followed up with what I now refer to as “The Thursday Night Nightmare”. That was the night of unbearable pain that Ben suffered through. I’m not revisiting that story. And now that I think about it, yoga may not have even been on Thursday. I can’t seem to keep my days and times straight anymore … you’ll have to forgive me if I have them mixed up.
On Friday we just muddled through the after effects of Thursday night. I prefer not to think about it. But in the evening Jaime had a volleyball tournament and I managed to catch one game. When I got to the school where she was playing I saw this poster:
It was timely. We are hanging on.
On Friday we were contacted twice by Dr. H who had things set up at the hospital for Ben over the weekend, “just incase”. Understandably, Ben did not want to go. He’s had enough of hospitals and I don’t blame him. We both know that he will likely need to move on to one of the other procedures that the doctors have discussed to help with the pain (one is a walking epidural which is another surgery and a week in hospital, and the other is severing some nerves which sounds scary) but right now he just wants a break. So instead he decided to treat the pain with meds and just try to have an enjoyable weekend – as much as he was able.
And since he was not in hospital, he was able to get this beauty:
Ben and his brand new guitar! Woo hoo!
And then, THIS boy came home after work to have a visit with his Dad:
All in all, Friday was much improved over Thursday.
On Saturday the girls both continued their volleyball tournaments, but I went to Coquitlam to watch Raegan play since I had watched Jaime the night before. (Also, Colleen lives in Coquitlam so she met me at the game and then took me on a hunt for crutches for Ben. It took awhile, but we finally found them. Its not easy to find crutches built for someone 6’2″)
By the end of Saturday, Raegan’s team had won the entire tournament! I was gone for quite awhile on Saturday, but Ben had two friends pay him a visit during the day to keep him company. Stephan (Ben’s troop mate) came by for a visit, and then Kirby came by in the afternoon. I know Ben enjoyed his visits with both of them. He got to show off his sexy new guitar – always an added bonus.
The only downside to Saturday was that Ben was too tired to come out to Mom and Dad’s to celebrate Barb’s birthday. I went, and before coming home Dad whipped up a steak for Ben and sent it home with me so Ben could enjoy a nice meal too. An extra special treat as we do not eat red meat anymore, and it has been months since Ben has had steak.
(Happy Birthday Barb!)
Since Uncle Ben couldn’t make it, there was an awesome video sent to him by Makeda, but apparently I cannot post it on this blog until I upgrade and start paying. So I’ll save that video for another time, along with Uncle Ben’s video response to her.
In any case, we start our new week tomorrow – one day ‘off’ and then back into the appointments on Tuesday, which begin with a PET scan.
I came across this photo from about 1995. The outfits may be horrible, but the joy is real and still remains today:
There is no one I’d rather dance on a beach with.
We will update as we can.
Thank you for the continued texts and calls to Ben. They remind him how loved he is. And he is.
Hug your families. xo