10/30/14 Thursday midnight
As we go through a second year, of caring for Eric, we stay plugged in- or we fail. So many rewards, trials and tears! Our grandson is 4 and nearly died with a near drown accident 2 years ago. He is now a TBI patient. Traumatic Brain Injury, quadrapelegic. Alive and happier than others that can do way more than him.
We do 6 therapies a week now, adding all the time. His biological parents have surrendered their rights to him last month. We are step-family. Well, we were. We are caregivers. We are Gramma and PeePaw and Dada is my son in Eric's eyes. We cannot write our own stories no matter how much people say dream and believe and stay strong and all that positive stuff. Our sweet, handsome Eric still cannot talk, walk, eat or sit up by himself.
Eric's Journey I call it. Tomorrow we turn in swallow study and speech evaluation, to try and start at a new Speech and Occupational Therapy, closer to home. I would like to take him more frequent. I'm so tired. I finally lived knowing what weary really is. And strength and character! I sit up at night and play on Pinterest to have down time. I need to start running again, like daily not once a week!
Tomorrow is Halloween! Trick or Treat, All treats tailgate party! Eric will be Batman, PeePaw is Superman and I am Super Girl!
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