Grape hyacinth and cream colored roses. My wedding bouquet was cream colored roses and grape hyacinth.
Things have gone inexplicably wrong at the hospital. He had one great day, and it looked like stroke recovery would go well.
This Memorial Day weekend my husband is on a respirator and feeding tube in ICU.
It turns out the nutsy stuff I used to shake my head over was probably due to dementia. I'd recently insisted he go to a doctor. He went but would not allow me in the room. I suspect he was not completely honest with the doctor.
I told him we needed to get through whatever changes were happening to him in the best way we could and he needed to get medical help. He knew something was wrong. He had tremor in his hands and was scared for me to go anywhere. He said "What if something happens to me?" I made him an appointment with a psychologist to discuss his reluctance to seek medical help. I thought to myself that if he was going to have Alzheimer's or Parkinson's we could manage our way through it with medical help.
He was not able to make the appointment because of the stroke. In the space of a week the nurses could not believe he was the same patient. On Tuesday walking (with assistance), holding food, getting a drink with straw to his mouth, talking (nonsense, but for the most part with a great vocabulary); each day he lost something. Each day. The next Tuesday he had lost the ability to do any of those things and more. This is day 17. On day 15 he had trouble breathing, so they took him back to ICU.
Rapidly progressing neurodegenerative disease.
He is finally resting peacefully with the assistance of heavy sedation. I don't know what will happen. I only know what the doctor's tell me, and I cannot get my mind around it.