It has been a very hard two months. Seems that when our son was making progress, something else would happen, thus, setting back his recovery, and we'd have to start over all over again. It was nothing short of maddening ...
One thing would happen, then another. It was like a set of dominoes. Yet the dominos have been uprighted, and it seems that Brandon has finally turned the corner and things are finally starting to go in the right direction.
While Brandon is still rather sick, compared to where he was, he's come a long way. The antibiotics have finally started to do their job and his condition is rapidly improving, so much, in fact, there's talk that Brandon might be moved out of the Pediatric Intensive Care unit (PICU) , where he has been since all this first began two months ago!
There's no telling how long our little boy will remain in the hospital, but we'll take any improvements! As long as he's getting better, well, then, that's all Darin or I care about! It's been nothing short of a miracle! This illness, this MRSA, could have easily killed him; it's a wonder it didn't!
We do realize that Brandon will probably be weak for a long time (maybe several months?); he will no doubt need some physical and occupational therapy to help build up lost strength, as well as face a hefty hospital bill, but that is the least of our concerns. What matters now is that Brandon continues TO improve and get out of the hospital for good!
Dr. Arjuwahl, who has been his primary doctor here since he came to the hospital, has been very supportive and instrumental in getting him to point A to point B and now to point C. His staff, as well as the nurses here at Nashville Memorial Hospital, have been phenominal; I can't seem to find the right words to say in order to thank them for doing all they did to help our son!
The doctors and nurses have since become friends, and we all were in this together. When our boy lay dying or when things didn't look their best, the staff here went out of their way to offer support and words of comfort and encouragement; I don't know how we could have made it without them!
Brandon is awake as I write this; he is looking at me with angry eyes. I don't blame him: he has a tube in his throat that prevents him from talking; it must be mighty uncomfortable! He is wondering why he cannot move (his arms and legs are lashed to the bed, so he doesn't dislodge any tubes), but later today, the doctor will be removing a good part of the tubes and then he can look (and feel) more like himself. I know he will be relieved; we certainly will be!
The next step is to get him to eat. He will probably have liquids for a few days, then work up to solid foods; it will take time. We all will have to be patient, including the patient himself. :) (A little hospital humor here ... vey little ... LOL)
As I said, we don't know how long Brandon will be here, but we'll get through this. We've come this far; we can't look back or stop now! All I have to say is this: thank You, God, for sparing our son; thank You for not letting him lose any limbs or body parts, and thank You, Lord, for the miracle that you have given us: the life of our son in the face of a deadly illness! We can't thank You enough!
~To be continued.!~
