10 June 2015
Today can only be described as a 'twofer'.
Russ has had a very rough week but yesterday saw him far more clear-headed and able to eat. He managed to take a short walk into the garden and made a few business calls. Great. Really good.
We had every confidence that this morning he would be even stronger. Today we faced a long car ride to Plattekloof to see Dr Spies for a 2 hour intensive assessment. The ride was uneventful; no traffic and Russ felt fine.
The appointment was inspiring, educational - everything we could have hoped for short of 'the magic bullet'.
The journey home was not good. Russ became increasingly nauseous and uncomfortable. I had to pull over and the unfolding events were traumatic and left us both panicked and fearful. Thankfully I was only 10 minutes from home at the time.
The afternoon was awful for him. Awful for us to see him struggle.
Tears. Our tears, the kids tears. My folks and the tribe all gathered to pray for him.
My prayers - messy, desparate and mildly rebellious.
My mom's prayer - strong and searching.
There was tenderness in the trauma.
Within minutes Russ was relieved of his pain. His vomiting stopped. His nausea dissipated. By this evening he was animated and 'eating like a bird' but eating something nonetheless.
And so the ride continues.
Up and down.
Joy and sorrow.
Two sides of the same coin.