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.
