Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Thanksgiving

Dear Friends,
I'm sure our silence has twigged everyone to the fact that Brian and I have been completely occupied with the medical journey for this past week. Brian was admitted to the hospital eight days ago. Originally this was to get the bleeding in his urinary tract under control, and also to see if they could normalize his blood levels with continuous blood transfusions. As happens in these situations, no sooner does the medical system try to get on top of one issue in the body, then another one surfaces. This week for Brian the next issue has been an obstruction in his bowel. Things had become serious indeed over the weekend, as there was little option for surgery and such a great risk of an infection taking off completely with his immune system rock bottom as it is.
What a harrowing few days; so painful for Brian, exhausting for me. I slept on a chair in his room for nights running, helping anyway I could think of, keeping updated with his vitals and bloodwork and listening in to the consults with the circulating rounds of physicians. What a time. Today, Brian is seeming on the mend. He still has a fever but his bowel is more clear, although not working on its own yet. He is alternating between sleeping and being quite irritable. Even I am getting sent out of the room with a wave from the back of his hand. My sister Lea says feisty is good, it indicates your body is headed toward survival.
Sigh, and prayers of gratitude. There is an awareness now in us and in the medical team of just how precarious things are for Brian. The hope is that we can get him stabilized, back to strength, and ready for that transplant. They do have a donor; ready to go, I believe. More gratitude to all the saint and angels and to the Creator. The work now will be in getting Brian healthy enough to go through the process. Ongoing emotional and spiritual support required for this next bit. Thanks to all who continue to hold us in prayer and thought.
I want to say how often I reflected on gratitude this weekend. The unexpected blessings of the kindness of strangers, the words in an email from an old friend, and the presence of people, especially family. Now that all of Brian's siblings have been here I can officially express my love for all of them. Its a family of individuals, so different one to the other, but all totally beautiful in all ways--spouses included, of course. We are all relatives. Special thanks to Louise for bringing them all into the world.
We are missing our kids like crazy, but feel completely calm with Mike and Lynn holing all the whole show. Now thats something to be grateful for. True friendship, true family.
I'm loving the postings, please continue. Thank you all for everything.

Love,
Joanne

16 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hello Brian and Joanne;
Such a relief to have a new posting and a positive one at that. Bravo! Angels are looking over you both. Sending warm, healing thoughts, a fresh plate of cinnamon buns will be ready when you are, luv you both and of course those youngsters. Aunt Bea

Gary said...

Oh Joanne...

I'm sending everything I can Brian's way. It sounds like a dreamlike journey for both of you. I hope all improves quickly and also that the donation can take place soon.

Lots of love.

Anonymous said...

Big brother...

Hang in there


I miss you like f##king crazy

hope to see you soon

I was thinking of getting a Brian tattoo on my ass cause then I know every body would kiss it....

I LOVE YOU And the dancer and the young'uns

C.A.L.R.

Anonymous said...

Hi,
Good to hear what's going on. Plan on starting to paint the house for you guys this weekend. Picked some fun colors. Surprise. Also we are heading to Vancouver on Friday if you would like for us to bring the boys over. All is well on the home front and it sounds like we will be getting a couple of new additions soon. Wow. Love Pam and Glen

Anonymous said...

Hi to both of you with lots of love and hugs. Stay strong we are all praying for you. I would make cinnamon buns but I am not very good at those things so will leave that for Bea - we will bring them together when this is all over. Stephen and I were coming over but as you know we didnt - we are still thnking of you.

Lots of love hugs and kisses to you Aunt Norma

Anonymous said...

Hi Brian and Joanne....It was great to see you both of you last week....and Hannah too! What a beautiful young lady you have there! Hope to be able to see the boys sometime soon too....all of you together! You have a brave family there you can be very proud of!
Glad to hear you are feeling better Brian...and great to hear about the donor...WOOHOO!!!Sounds like both did alot of hard work the past week...way to go!! Stay strong both of you!
Love from Al&Marla

Anonymous said...

Joanne, you are such a fine woman-friend. I’m grateful for you, for your love and care for Brian – hey there, good buddy, for your heart-mothering of Hannah, Coleman, Louie and Sef – giant hugs to each of you.

Some words have already been spoken by others. I’m grateful to borrow.

A Woman’s Lesson

A woman’s lesson is a simple lesson:
Whatever life asks, answer with love.

A woman’s lesson is a wise lesson:
Whenever conflict threatens, go forth in harmony.

A woman’s lesson is an enduring lesson:
Whatever is taken from you, give back in generosity.

A woman’s lesson is a gradual lesson:
Whenever there is a storm, remain a calm centre.

A woman’s lesson is a courageous lesson:
Whenever there is despair, sow the seed of hope.

A woman’s lesson is a practical lesson:
Wherever there is dryness, go and get the rain.
Author: Nancy Woods

Anonymous said...

Hi Brian and Joanne:
I'm sending healing prayers to you many many times a day - more often, even, than the number of times I check in with this blog to keep up on the blessings being sent from the beautiful community of family and friends surrounding you.
Lots of love, Ruth

Anonymous said...

Hi Joanne and Brian,
We have been thinking of you so much and send you countless prayers of love and healing. Thank you for taking the time and energy to post on the blog. It somehow makes you feel closer.
We send you all a big family hug full of love.
xox The Howe family

Anonymous said...

I'm in Montreal right now but have been thinking about you, and just read your latest post. I'll keep sending strong, fast recovery thoughts your way. Back on SSI beginning of November. Take care all.
Pat

Wendy said...

Dear Brian and Joanne

Such good news about the donor!!! We continue to hold you all in our prayers.

Love
Wendy

Anonymous said...

Brian
Well shit, I finally get to Vancouver to see you and there you are, all zonked,tubed and gizmo-ed up.You looked like Keanu Reeves in the “Matrix” movie,lying in some virtual reality chair while Marcus Chong downloads algebra,physics,kickboxing and the recipe for shrimp fettuccini into his head.I have to admit that you looked pretty good,though,albeit the look of concerned concentration on your face said “Why would God totally f**k-up a perfectly good morphine buzz by making me so constipated I feel like a Lafarge cement truck stuck in hot afternoon traffic?” Jeez! I felt for ya, Brother!
We were only with you a few moments but it was really good to see you again.

Mom and I wandered around our own huge section of Broadway Street in the meantime.
I was thankful that we were close to a hospital because cardiac arrest was my close companion as we racked up the miles on foot.I despise unwarranted physical activity.We didn’t want to be too far away in case Joanne called to let us know to come see you.

I met Hannah the second day! She’s quite a kid!I thought she looked like you but of course with way more hair and much better looking.We took her out for a bite to eat and to visit.Did you know that while she eats she sings? She’s an eat –singer! I sing sometimes too when I’m growling on a Baconator! La la la mmmmmmmla la la.

So, here you go little brother on your journey.Though cast off by troubled winds and mounted on mischievous seas, it is your ship and your grand odyssey.

When the Polynesians set out on their frail craft so many thousands of years ago to traverse the Pacific Ocean, I like to think that they were inspired by something ancient and good.Something that was never created,but was always there. So old it was never born. Something simple but something wise.Something so vast and complex we should never be allowed to understand it,because if we did it would fall apart like rose petals in our hands.Yet something so tiny it fits in a pocket in your heart.Other great journeymen like Armstrong and Magellan may have heard its whispers,but could not see or feel it.Some of the greatest journeys mankind makes are our very own,because we till the water with this ancient friend in our heart,being the sea great or the sea small.

When a mother reads a letter from her son,wounded in battle far away perhaps,she has also set forth on a great journey with him.Not one penned by Kipling or Melville or Whitman, but her son.She will read it a thousand times and every time will pick a thousand different treasures with him and walk a thousand miles with him and say a thousand times how much she loves him.The ancient good is with them.The great journeymen of history have no voice here.It belongs to mother and son.

So when your journey is over, with all its trials and treasure,remember when you are sitting on your back porch on Salt Spring sipping a beer,look up at the evening sky and make a toast to the first star.It is a thousand years away, yet as close as your heart.

And my Journey? The weathers nice.I'm out of beer and smokes.I'm jumping on the Harley and going to the store.

Anonymous said...

Brain and Jo. Oh god. I miss you two so much! I was looking at pictures from summers past and there you are on the beach at Kootenay Bay - Jo nursing Sef. The light is gold and nobody would ever have guessed the journey you'd be on today. Everytime I read your news I get so over rot (well I can't spell it right anyway) and bunged up and angry and grey and don't know what to say or think and then I read your other friends' words and I feel like it's going to be alright. Every little things gonna be all right. Egad. I just miss you. I love you so much it makes me cry. Thanks god you're all so articulate and I knew, I just knew that someone would be a donor match. Amen xxxxx Big love. Sue

Anonymous said...

Your Blogs have a real connecting strength. ...something that is knitting our hearts together while in our sleepless moments and daily prayers we each are putting our hope & faith together .......wanting the very best.
Can you smell the cinnamon? Can you taste the sea?
Hear the rumble of that Harley? And Hannah's hummy way? ....Sense Mom's longing?
See the Kootenay gold from Sue??
Can you feel the hope? the faith? the love?
Wow.
I sure can ... even from way over here.
I'm wondering what your house will look like, well and Charlie's butt too.(!)
But mostly ...above everything...I am praying for peace in your heart and the rest that can allow that real recovery.
I love you - Brian and Joanne
obviously many of us do.
Soak it up....
Terri lou

Anonymous said...

Dear Joanne....

ahhhhhhhhh....I feel like I can breathe a little deeper now..... that is such good news to hear that there is a donor! We have been holding you in our hearts and thoughts and prayers and dreams...

Remember the power of our thoughts...so important.

Praying for Brian to stabilize soon !!!! Focus on clear energy flow...light flowing through ALL areas of the body...golden, healing light...

love from kaia

Anonymous said...

Dear ones We are holding you in the light. Keep pushing through everything with love. Love Shelley, Dan, Sarah and Helene