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.
