We were really excited about Christmas this year. After jumping through some pretty brutal hurdles, we were glad to have made it to the end and we were looking forward to spending time with our families. Christmas here with James’, and New Year’s in Hawaii with mine.
But now we find ourselves a week away from Christmas and all that relief we felt has crumbled. Without going into too much detail, I’ll say this: James’ dad is suffering from his second brain injury in four months. Each totally unrelated to the other. We’ve been on an emotional roller coaster–first finding out he had fallen and that his brain was bleeding, then seeing him unable to focus and speak, and then seeing him almost completely well again, to then finding out that he had suffered a small stroke as a result of not being able to take his blood thinners, and the suggestion that there will be more to come. And that’s where we are right now, with no answers, no reassurances, and no real options.
James calls it emotional whiplash, which is the perfect description. We are exhausted.
So I’ll be taking the next couple of weeks off as we take things day by day. We will make Christmas dinner and exchange gifts, because, thankfully, we have a niece to hold us to those things. We may or may not go to Hawaii to see my family. We will try to count our blessings.
I’ll be back in the new year, when my hope is that the stars will shift and the planets will align and we’ll have a moment–many, many moments–to catch our breath. Until then, I hope that you have a very happy holiday season and that the new year brings you hope and light.