I’ve been away for the weekend, taking care of some business out of town but I was back with Eric today again. Going away gave me a break from my world but Eric was always on my mind and it was nice being back with him again. I am responsible for Eric’s care, which is why I received a call from the facility late Sunday night; the nurse had found Eric on the floor next to the bed. His one-on-one nurse had left him to go to the bathroom; I will make sure we won’t see her around Eric ever again. So away or not, I’m always involved.
Eric smiled when I walked in to his room this morning and we spend some time catching up, his vocabulary is getting larger and it was easier to understand him. He had an appointment scheduled with his Neurosurgeon at his office so I took Eric there in our car, along with a nurse. I’ve been waiting for this moment, and he got as surprised to see Eric’s state as I’d hoped for. It was an emotional moment for me when Eric said, “I’m retarded, and this life sucks. What do I need to do to get back doing enjoying my sports again and to enjoy my life?” His answer was to stay strong and to do a lot of rehab, which we’re already working on. His doctor was truly really surprised which was priceless to see. After that I took Eric back to Emanuel Hospital to visit the staff at ICU and TRACU, the two units Eric spent his time at in the beginning. They called Eric a “miracle”. If that’s the case, they are all miracle workers. It was a nice visit, and I promise we’ll come back to see everyone again later. After that I did something I perhaps shouldn’t have done. I took Eric home for a short visit. I’ve been waiting so long for this so I couldn’t resist since we were touring around in the car already. We only stayed for a short visit but I could tell that something in Eric clicked. “This is my home”, he said. Once back in his room at the facility he got very angry with him. He accused me for keeping him there, said I didn’t love him anymore and asked why I wanted to hurt him so bad to keep him locked up at a place like this. Oh man….he realized that the facility wasn’t his home, which is what he’d thought for a long time, he never really missed our house until today. It was really difficult to handle but I kept telling myself that it’s the injury talking and not Eric.
On a different note…I’d like to thank everyone for the picnic fundraising in Seattle the other weekend. Thanks for putting it together and thank you very much for the donations.