I wanted to comment on
Brooke's poignant post on CaringBridge from yesterday:
I got the feeling while sitting and talking with him that he is struggling with coming to terms with his situation. Maybe he's just now realizing what he's in for. He would look at me and listen, but often while I told him things, he would look away. I think he's feeling down. It's totally understandable; I just wanted to ask for your pointed prayers for him to be granted some solace. It must be devastating to not have your body respond the way you want it to. What a trapped feeling.
I don't want to be Pollyanna-ish around him, but I'm trying to remain positive.
Brooke, what you (both) should try to remember is this simple truth:
In some ways, it is
good that he is feeling this way. Up until now(ish) he has been fighting to survive. There was no time to worry about tomorrow, no energy to expend on that unnecessary effort. It is only
because he is healing, that he's now able to try to make sense of his situation. To remember, and to try to forget. To live again, and living means worrying about tomorrow.
But thinking about tomorrow is a gift. We can't let it paralyze us, but it motivates us to work towards the tomorrow we want, and to better our situations. And he will, and he will heal. And it will take the time that is right for him. It might take work. But work's okay. (I've never known any tough Minnesotan to shy away from a bit of work, of course. Nor Mainer, otherwise why would we live in such Godforsaken places in January?) That's a challenge you can tackle, though.
So, chin up, and focus on the little miracles you have every day.