After being in-and-out of hospital for 2 years, undergoing multiple surgeries, eating through G-tube for 6 months at home, losing 110lbs of his weight and 10 days coma, my husband’s condition started to show signs of improvement in the middle of 2007.
He started doing physical therapy all by himself (he refused having a trainer with him). Having been bedridden for 2 years, first thing he needed to learn was how to walk again! So he trained himself to do so with a couple of G-tube hoses dangling on his abdomen! He was so determined to get well (for me!) that in a short period of time he gained his weight to the point where G-tube was no longer needed and by the time those hoses were unplugged, he was able to drive again!
One day, he insisted that we went for a little ride just to see how far he could drive. It was 30 minutes drive and was the first time he drove this far since getting out of hospital. But when we reached to the beach, he suddenly threw up (but I thanked God that it was not blood!) He looked ghostly pale and his body trembling, so we headed home immediately.
He didn’t try to drive far again after that. But one day in Autumn 2007, he couldn’t resist the urge to go out and enjoy the beautiful day. Not only he wanted to start driving the distance again, but he also wanted to know whether or not he still could pick up his camera and shoot.
We made it to Sunol, California, and he DID pick up his camera and took these pictures of me lying down on the road and sat on Water Temple. Now you know why I love these pics!
He started doing physical therapy all by himself (he refused having a trainer with him). Having been bedridden for 2 years, first thing he needed to learn was how to walk again! So he trained himself to do so with a couple of G-tube hoses dangling on his abdomen! He was so determined to get well (for me!) that in a short period of time he gained his weight to the point where G-tube was no longer needed and by the time those hoses were unplugged, he was able to drive again!
One day, he insisted that we went for a little ride just to see how far he could drive. It was 30 minutes drive and was the first time he drove this far since getting out of hospital. But when we reached to the beach, he suddenly threw up (but I thanked God that it was not blood!) He looked ghostly pale and his body trembling, so we headed home immediately.
He didn’t try to drive far again after that. But one day in Autumn 2007, he couldn’t resist the urge to go out and enjoy the beautiful day. Not only he wanted to start driving the distance again, but he also wanted to know whether or not he still could pick up his camera and shoot.
We made it to Sunol, California, and he DID pick up his camera and took these pictures of me lying down on the road and sat on Water Temple. Now you know why I love these pics!
4 comments:
Beautiful pictures! And a beautiful ending to the story.
Beautiful pictures... and your post is so heart warming... hopeful.
What amazing memories, it's the circumstances that make us cherish the precious photos not just the who isn't it? :)
Yes, yes I do know why you love these so very much.
They are stunning, as is your love.
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