Astrologer, published author, conference presenter, world traveler, founder & editor of Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging (1989-2001) , and founding visionary of Green Acres Permaculture Village (2010 to present).
I have begun a caring bridge site for Colin, where I can put whatever notices to many different people who want them as a central place. Just sign up at caringbridge.com, and look up Colin Cudmore Healing, if you wish to see what will be short or long, likely daily, notices of his progress. You can also comment, add photos, etc. It’s a great service for caregivers.
The site I put up is still very bare bones, but here’s the collage I made to put up there, showing him at different ages, one of his Garden Towers, and a photo of the three of us, Sean on the right, can’t remember when, but in Seattle, at a sister’s house, shortly after we got back together after a long time apart. (So probably late 80s?) Long story. I think I’ve told it here. Maybe even several times! Can’t remember . . .
Colin’s situation was definitely touch and go for a while. That’s detailed in the two updates for various emails and lists that I did do last weekend and reposted last night on the caring bridge site. It’s quite dramatic. It’s surprising that he lived. Most people don’t, when their both ascending and descending branches of their aorta have dissected (also called delamination). Most die suddenly or within a short while. And it was “minute by minute” there for awhile.
I will return here to some extent as time goes by. But likely the real news, from my end, is my preoccupation with my 57 year old son’s progress, hopefully, to full health over time. My 60 year old son, Sean, drove from Colorado to be here with him as well. So very grateful!
Driving to and from Indy at Methodist Hospital, is hell. Roadways continuously changing, due to I 69 construction, making it very difficult not to get lost each time, since phone picks up wrong directions . . .
Then, several days into the ordeal, Sean and I both got sick! Immune systems shattered, is the way I look at it, with the stress of constant shock and worry, a seemingly unending emergency. He looks at it as “covid” (tested positive). However you look at it, we are both taking lots of black seed oil — and ivermectin also, in the beginning. He went down one day ahead of me; mine had a lower fever and lasted only three days; his four. But we’re both on the covid protocol now: five days isolation (hard to do, in community, in fact, impossible; on the other hand, others could go to the store when we needed something), but then out in public again, but masked, for another five days. (And we won’t get close to Colin, or touch him.)
Two operations later, Colin landed in the cardio ICU, where he was until yesterday, when he was moved to a slightly less critical cardio unit.
BTW: Colin did not come down with whatever it is . . . THANK YOU THANK YOU!
By the way, if this post is a bit sketchy, no wonder. It feels like my mind is “delaminating,” with parts of thoughts, floating away. Great word.
On the morning of August 16, my brilliant, inventive, 57 year old son Colin Cudmore called me from where he lives next door at 8:43 AM.
“Mom, would you please come over?”
He was on his feet, but barely. That question initiated a dramatic, overwhelming, and ongoing suffering that has already engendered transformation, in me, in Colin, in people who know and love him.
Colin suffered what is known as a dissected (delaminated) aorta. Usually people die from this, quickly. He did not. In fact, he’s still alive. Despite having to wait until 1 pm to be wheeled into the operating room at Methodist Hospital, Indianapolis, after being airlifted from IU Hospital Bloomington.
Long long story. No energy to tell it now. Except to let you know that he has already undergone two operations, the first extremely difficult, over six hours long to repair the ascending aorta, and the second a stent inserted into his descending aorta from the top to the kidneys.
In critical care, for likely the next two weeks.
This morning: Inserting yet another tube into his body for dialysis.
His 59 year old brother, Sean, drives in today from Colorado, to stay for the duration as his caregiver.
Send energy, pray, ask for divine assistance, whatever you do to invoke the Mystery. You will be joined by many many others. This is our transformational moment, and Colin Cudmore’s enormous life force is one of its directors.
”And you? My teacher looked up, his left eyebrow arched, pencil poised. 'I want to do a paper on the concept of time.’” I mumbled, timidly. 'Time?' He sniffed. “I wouldn’t touch the subject. Too difficult.” — AK, 1967
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Astrologer, published author, conference presenter, world traveler, founder & editor of Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging (1989-2001) , and founding visionary of Green Acres Permaculture Village (2010 to present).
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Yep! Totally agreed.