Hey Forrest it's your Mum. Just want to tell you how proud I am of all your work today. It has been a long hard day for you and since you probably won’t be able to remember most of this time, I want to tell you about your day. The morning was consumed with more tests, doctors and new medications. About 2pm you received another dose of Morphine for the pain and brief tremors that over take you every few hours. The doctors believe this might be similar to the "storms" that you had back when were at UVa and have to do with your brain trying to find its new equilibrium, after the trauma of the brain surgery on Monday. Right after the Morphine, one of your Physical Therapists came in to work with you. She came to the ICU to work with you for the first time yesterday.
She has this great upbeat energy and a twinkle in her eyes. She first had you work at slowly tracking her with your eyes as she moved around your bed. She kept moving around the room and you tried so hard to follow her with your eyes. Then she got your arms moving, flexing and extending your wrists, elbows and shoulders. I watched as she gently held your arm in her hands and urged you to make some of the movements as you struggled against the weakness and medication induced fog, "Swing out, push hard, you can do it, beautiful job Forrest, that 's all you !" You tried so hard. I am in awe of your quiet courage and perseverance. She promised you a Salsa dance when you’re up for it, but we all know that you are the dancer in the family, maybe she could help Kent with some Salsa moves.
At 6pm I got some time alone with you. Without the doctors, nurses and technicians that come and go day and night through your room, I was able to reconnect with you again. I pulled up a chair next to your bed & read “To Kill a Mockingbird” to you. Do you remember when you portrayed the character Jem in the play? You have always pulled through the tough scenes and I know you will again. You started to have another small tremor and I was able to move your arms and just kept reading. The tremor passed quickly. I loved this time together, just quietly sitting there, reading to you. It was relaxing to me and you seemed to enjoy it . Perhaps we both needed to relive the simple bed time moments of earlier, simpler years.
You are my sunshine-your light is burning still, just more quietly right now. The storm clouds will pass and your inner light will come shining through to all of us waiting, holding our breaths, willing you to heal and shine again. Goodnight my sunbeam. Rest quietly tonight, you’ve worked hard and had a good day. Tomorrow will be better still. One day at a time, slow and steady. We can do this.
In addition to all the messages, prayers and special visits from “old” friends, we are grateful for our new friends in Atlanta who have opened their hearts and homes to give us safe haven while we regroup our forces every day so we can bring Forrest home.
Mum and Team 44