C.S. Lewis, the man who we chose to name our son, Clive, after, once said that pain insists upon being attended to. He was not kidding.
Having a chronic disease that dishes out helpful portions of equally chronic pain is a challenge. Crohn’s disease has proven to be a bit more authoritative in my life than I would have, or could have, expected. But, like so many husbands and fathers out there, I wake up every day thankful that of my little family of three, I was fortunate enough to have been given the challenge. It is, or it should be, universally more tolerable for men in my situation than it is for men who have an ill child or spouse. I know the gift I have over fathers and husbands who have better health, but have to watch their wife or child in pain. That became incredibly apparent and demonstrably true the last couple of days.
Lindsay experienced some central abdominal pain for about a week, then the last two days lower back pain was added to the mix. Then, for a couple hours last night, she began feeling more significantly ill. We are so incredibly fortunate to have one of our best friends advise us as best he can during things like this — he’s an awesome doctor — but eventually he said we needed to take her in ASAP. He called his uncle, also a doctor (in urgent care), and he said that if he saw a patient like Lindsay, he wouldn’t likely treat them apart from sending them straight to the ER.
After the ER late last night, we were thankfully discharged with no real answers. I say thankfully because I had every bad thought in my head while I watched my wife in pain. And, like doctors do, I believe they were able to rule out some of the scarier things — so hopefully we will get more answers in the future here with some specialists.
Either way, on the way to the ER, while I was putting Clive down, Lindsay sent me this text…
I, of course, obliged and picked up some coffee for this. But as I’m at 7/11 getting some coffee, I realize that I don’t think I know another person (other than my parents) who would ever think like that. While she’s afraid, in pain, not able to be with her son, and everything else… she still takes the time to notice that this little lady deserves a nice cup of coffee. One of the many reasons I love doing this whole life thing with her :)
She woke up this morning around 6am feeling equally bad. But a couple hours of more sleep and she felt a nice reduction in pain, overall. So whatever is wrong is still wrong, but, for whatever reason, the pain is more manageable today. It’s not the best news, I’d rather have it all gone, but I’ll take it :)
Sitting in the shower seems to help her so she did that for a couple hours this morning — and, of course, Clive grabbed the iPad (we put it in a ziplock bag) and jumped in and sat with her for a little over an hour. Incredibly sweet. What follows are some of my favorite images…
Feel free to keep my little family in your thoughts and prayers if we come to mind. Those are always appreciated :)