Five weeks.
Today makes five weeks since Jesse suffered his heart attack.
Before Jesse woke up, family and friends occupied a small pocketed area on the second floor of Mayo. We pulled more chairs in. Kathy moved a small square end table to the center and brought snacks for everyone. We waited. And waited. Daily surgeries. Hours. Days. Weeks. There was something about that room that comforted me while my world was falling apart. When the evening cleaning crew returned the table to the corner, I had to move it back to the middle. This became our room.
There is another family sitting in the Klein room today. I wonder how many weeks they will occupy this spot. As I walked by I must have had a look of relief on my face, as I have seen other faces of those whose loved ones are pulling through. As we are going about our daily lives, work, taking kids to soccer games, vacationing, or having dinner out with friends, these scenes go on everyday, everywhere. Rooms like the Klein room, filled with grieving families.
I spoke to Jess early this morning and let him know I would be on my way. When I asked what I could bring him, he quickly responded, “Yourself.”
So I took myself immediately to see him. One of my favorite nurses was with him today, Mini. Mini warned me that he was feeling a little depressed. When I entered the room, Jess was pleased to see me. We chatted a little and then he admitted that he had been feeling down. He wished he could do more. I talked to him in only a way a wife can talk to a husband and I noticed his body and facial expression seem to relax. I thought he needed a little distraction so I suggested a movie. Jess looked at the categories offered and suggested, “a musical.”
Jess watched “Mamma Mia!” as I read my book.
I would get up every so often, stroke his head, hold his hand. When the movie ended he seemed distracted again. I asked if there was anyone he wanted to see. He was concerned about work and wanted to speak with his company’s outside accountant. After a couple of messages we finally touched base. As my work has made my absence easy, so has Jesse’s. He got the answers he needed. He is a responsible man and devoted to his business. I saw him nearly relax and suggested, “How about another musical?” Jesse chose the “Fiddler on the Roof” and thoroughly enjoyed it.
Mini came in and out, tended to Jess the way an excellent nurse would. Jess realizes he is in a top notch facility and is appreciative as I over the excellent care he is receiving.
Jesse’s son came in towards the end of the day. I thought it was a good opportunity to take my long drive home to tend to the pups. Matt called me shortly after and said Dad was tired and made him leave. He said he seemed peaceful and content.
May you all be peaceful and content tonight.
Doodle Kisses and sweet dreams, J, J, P and H.
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