I'd like to thank everyone for their understanding and comments regarding yesterday's entry. In the last seven years, Jane is really the only one that I've ever talked to about Cole's death and my feelings afterwards. It was nice to be able to share that experience openly for the first time. I do talk to Holly about it sometimes, but I only focus on the wreck itself to reinforce the importance of wearing a seatbelt and following the rules of the road. Holly does, after all, have a little connection to him. At Jane's suggestion, indicating a true understanding of his importance to me, we based her middle name on his name. It's not hard to figure out but I won't blatantly call it out here.Jane and I talked about the event last night when we were making dinner. I did get a few details wrong - mainly who was with me at certain times or the exact timing of some of the events. Jane also had a different impression of my behavior that day. She says at some points, I was downright business-like and unemotional. I would tend to believe her. I often act that way in an active "crisis". I can assure you that in the weeks and months that followed, there were times when my emotions could not be held back.
Jane added one characteristic to my relationship to Cole that I feel is true. She said that we were like brothers and that his loss was nearly as impacting. Cole was an only child and there were times when his mother would refer to me as her other son. His parents, in a sense, are now childless. He was their pride and joy. They didn't seem to have a lot of money, but being young I could never tell for sure. His grandmother (mother's mother) was from England. Several months before he died, he took his mom on a trip overseas. She got to meet relatives that she'd never seen in person before. He took her all over London and a couple of other countries. It was the only time that she'd ever left the United States and I'd expect that she'll probably never leave it again. With Cole gone, I don't know how they get by each day. It would be unimaginably difficult.
I feel that I've painted Cole as a saintly individual who was the perfect best friend. He had his faults and quirks like all of us (and some that many don't have), but I feel that those would cheapen the sentiment right now. Maybe someday I'll write about them.
A few days after Cole passed away, I mentioned to Jane that I would like to plant a tree in memory of him. We both liked the idea. A few days later I was mowing the yard and I saw a tiny cottonwood tree sprout with two leaves at the edge of a flower bed in our back yard. I’m not usually superstitious, but I told Jane that this was his tree. Cottonwoods are native to Kansas; with aid from a drip irrigation system and constant pruning and fertilizing, it grew to over 30 feet tall in 5 years. The picture at the top of this page is the last photo I took of the tree before we moved away from our home in Lawrence.
Tomorrow I go for my first visit to the neurosurgeon since my surgery. I have a few questions for him:
1. What did he find during the surgery and was the final procedure in fact a single level laminotomy/discectomy?
2. How long will it be before I know if the surgery was successful? I've indicated before that I still get occasional aches, numbness and weakness in my left leg and I'm curious if it is permanent.
3. When can I resume activities like bending, lifting, twisting, mowing, swimming, etc?
4. What is the lump under the skin at the top of the incision? It feels like there is a large raisin under the skin! There is no pain when pushing on it (other than normal incision pain). It's freaky!
5. What was the puncture to the right of my spinal column used for? The actual surgery took place about 1/2 inch to the left of center of my back. About 1/2 inch to the right of center, there was a small puncture that has since closed.
6. Do I need physical therapy?
7. Can you sign a form to allow me to get a more comfortable chair at work? The one I have makes my butt and lower back really tired.
Hmm...that seems like a lot of questions. I'll have to prioritize so I get the most important ones asked first before he gets tired of me.
Have you all seen the news about the young woman who was abducted and murdered in the Kansas City area last weekend? They found her body yesterday and took a man into custody last night. He is going to be formally charged today.
I have been unusually affected by this case. On Sunday afternoon, we went into a bowling alley/ice rink for Holly's lesson. Hanging on the door was a flyer that a teenage girl was missing. I didn't think much of it because we all see those flyers from time to time. Over the weekend, I heard little bits of news about it but still didn't pay much attention. That all changed on Monday when I arrived at work and saw the flyers in our hallways. That never happens at our workplace.
Since then, I have been glued to the coverage. I feel so badly for her parents, relatives and friends. It seemed so random, so pointless. At least they were able to pin down a suspect to help bring closure to this for the family. I want to hear his motive. I want to know why he did it.
I think I am so curious because I have a daughter too. I want to know so that I can do my best to keep her out of the same situation. The abduction occurred about 6 miles (as the crow flies) from our house and the body was found about 8 miles (opposite direction) from our house. At one point, his vehicle was on a highway that is probably within a mile of our home. That's too close for comfort.
6 comments:
I just heard today about that poor girl who was abducted and murdered. I wondered if it was near you guys.
For me, the worry about keeping my children safe got worse as they got older and I had less and less control. I nag them all the time about being alert and never stopping for gas at night, etc. Do they listen? Who the hell knows.
I'm enjoying your blog a lot, Paco. Yesterday's entry was eloquent in an understated way, which made it very powerful.
Couple of thoughts on your questions based on my two back surgeries from long ago: #2 regarding weakness & numbness. Quite possibly there will be some permanent nerve damage because of the protruding disc pressure. Smaller nerves try to take over and that helps, but of course just not quite the same. I have learned to compensate and now am not surprised when that leg just doesn't do what I think it should. (NO stick shift car 'cause of the slower reaction time for clutch.)
#5: the other puncture wound. Most likely it was from the camera scope. Helps them find where they are going, etc. Ask for a picture! Hee.
#? Physical therapy? The only time my ortho/neuro docs suggested it was during a bad spell, and never after the surgeries. Dunno why. They sure did preach the daily back exercises, tho.
We talked all the time about safety precautions with our daughter and we still got the "Oh, NOTHING happens here in XXXXX". Yes, it might, and unfortunately, it does. You don't want them to be totally fearful but they just have to alert. It's a scary world out there.
Hope the owners of your old house take good care of Cole's tree!
I've had the "I'm an organ donor" conversation with my family since reading your post about Cole. Not only did you help Cole's parents make a difficult decision, you may have helped my family because now we've had the conversation. Gosh darn it, I love the Internet. Thanks for writing.
Hey, Paco, just butting in with my two cents. I've had two back surgeries and both times I had physical therapy afterwards. My last surgery was on my lower back and my physical therapist used a form of Pilates to strengthen my muscles. It made ALL the difference in the world and my recovery time was weeks less than on my previous surgery.
I liked the story about the tree and Cole. Its a nice way to remember him even though you don't live in that house anymore. It was also a wonderful thing you did helping Cole's parents make the difficult decision to donate his organs. As a father to a daughter who received a kidney transplant that got her off dialysis at age 9, I'm forever grateful to that family in Tennesse that donated their young child's (age 3) organs (that's the only information I know about the donor). It makes such a difference in a person's life. In a way Cole continues to live through those people that received his gift of life to them.
After his death, I didn't think about Cole's organ donation until these recent blog entries. Comments like Frank's provide an unexpected warm feeling for me with regard to his donation. I think it also provides comfort in that there are real people who get these organs - not just the idea of a person getting the organ or the lucky people on Discovery Health.
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