sadness in the rehab

Marie was just not happy. She was recovering from her brain tumor nightmare. Instead of being thankful for surviving, she was angry, confused, and aloof. I was back at work at this time, but I came to the hospital every morning before going to work. I came every day at lunch, and I went directly there after work. I would stay until 9:00 or 10:00 at night. I would bring Christmas gifts there on the weekends, and tried to get her to help me wrap them. I was trying to motivate some enthusiastic. A reason to get better. She wasn't buying it. Marie just wanted to go home.

Therapies continued to drag on. Day after day. Marie was miserable. There never seemed to be any concern about Marie's outlook. How she was feeling about herself or what had happened to her. She was getting stronger and more able with daily functions. But her attitude was getting worse. This continued for weeks. The whole thing was difficult on everyone. My concentration at work was interrupted. The kids were doing their best to stay focused in school. My father in law had gone back home, but Marie's mother was still with us. It's tough to be away from home that long, especially with the holidays on top of you. My mother in law was doing all the cooking and cleaning while I went back and forth to the hospital. She was well into her 70's at the time. It was physically exhausting for her.

People did say they were sorry to hear about Marie's condition. And some asked us to let them know what they could do. The truth is. we had so much going on, and we were so tired, that there was no way we could coordinate helpers. There were a few of Marie's closest friends that didn't wait to be asked. They came over and did things. On one else, ever, did come by. But Marie's closest friends were heaven sent.