Hello everyone,
It has been a really long day but I am glad to say that it was a good one.
Guy was moved to a private room where we (his mother and me) can stay with him after visiting hours, which is great.
Guy walked today a short distance.
We where able to take him on a weal chair for a ride which lifted his spirits.
Guy is making wonderful progress and his swelling is coming down rapidly.
We are very happy about it since he needs to be strong and prepared for another big surgery next week.
Last night was very difficult for me since he was moved from a private ICU room to the ENT patient department and I was worried that he wont get the right treatment
I insisted dramatically to stay with him, Guy’s mom practiced her rational attitude so between the two of us and Marry Kay( from Special patient Services), we were able to negotiate to let me stay by his side for the night.
I had to know that I can trust the nurses before I could leave him there.
Eventually I left for home after Guy reassured me he can sleep and feel comfortable.
Thank to Wayman who picked me up in the middle of the night.
Shira our daughter knows that dad is sick and she keeps calling him from her toy cell phone.
She puts on her hat, grabs her bag, waves for goodbye and pretends to be on her way to visit dad. She misses him a lot. I am so thankful that my mom is here to take care of her.
So again thanks everyone for thinking, helping, praying and being there for all of us.
I am thanking god for keeping him alive
Tonight is exactly a week since we were able to move him to
Good night and please keep writing to Guy he loves to hear us reading him the blog.
Adi
17 comments:
Adi, we're completely shocked by the news. The story you're capturing here about Guy and his accident not only reminds us how fragile life really is, but how sheer will, inner strength and courage can propel us forward. Our prayers go out to Guy for a speedy recovery. And to you Adi, to continue your strength. You're all in our thoughts and prayers.
Orly & Shimon Keren
הי גיא ועדי..שמענו שגיא שוב חושב על אוכל, אולי אתה רוצה איזה סטייק עם צ'ימיצ'ורי כוסברה? יופי, אז עכשיו עבר לך החשק לאוכל..גיא, אם רצית לגרום לי להצטער שקראתי לך פעם "אלף" אז אני באמת מצטערת, מרגישה נורא אשמה..מילא רק האף אבל כל הפרצוף? מאחלת לכם מכאן פורים שמח, למרות הכל. שלכם, מרי
Hi Folks,
I am not surprised to read that Shira is trying to communicate with Guy, be it through play or directly through you guys. It is important to play along with the pretend phone calls and tell her all the things Guy would have told her including all loving comments. You can ask Guy what he wants to tell her and then reenact it in play phone call. Having continuity in their relationship will help her deal with these times. Also stressing to her that Guy thinks about her all the time including during all her activities will help her to know that she is in his mind as much as he is in hers.
You probably know all this, but children have their own idiosyncratic and omnipotent or magical way of attributing everything that goes on to their own will power.
Miss you and see you soon.
Asaph.
Every time I write to you, I recalculate the time difference. So if it is 21:30 here, that means it is 11:30 a.m. for you. Ha, a new day shines upon you. Have you counted your steps today? Your dad is flying out tomorrow. Should I send Lakerda for you with him? It goes grrrreat with cream cheese on rye... OK, enough with the BS.
Hey sweetpea, how are you this morning? We had a great sunny day up in the Golan, not too cold, blue sky with kivsa clouds (ha ha ha, how do you call these clouds in americana?). Natan was driving me to Kiryat Shmona city and I was thinking that I should have taken my camera to capture the beauty around me so I can send it to you, to brighten up your day. But I didn't. If I did, how can I send you pix? We were going to KS (bame as NY and LA...) to see an ENT Dr. for my ears infection. I gave had a bad cold last week, and on Saturday, on the way home from SabSavta, after we heard about what had happened to you, I started me ears ordeal. let me tell you, I have never had ears problems of any kind! Finding out at my old age how painful it is, was an unpleasent surprise. So I thought to myself, hmmmmm, what is it that I don't want to hear? and I decided it was actually sympathetic pains with you and I thought it would go away after your surgery. I guess I am not ready to give it up yet... the doc said it can take up to a month to clear up.
Alona is stying in Tveria the whole week with the Mehina helping in an excavation site by the Kineret. I will try to drive down and visit her, maybe tomorrow evening, and if it is interesting enough, I will tell you about it.
I spoke with Rivka on Saturday. She spent some time with Asaph the night of your surgery and she's thinking about you, praying for a speedy and easy recovery for you. She can't really write, but her thoughts are with you.
We are going through a very interesting process in Ortal now, about demographic problems and the ways which are available for us to solve these problems. Some about it next time.
Love you very much. Adi, you can share this love, there is enough to go around you, Guy and shira several times...
Asaph, a Q for you. isn't it right to also let Shira draw pictures for Guy? She can expressherself through this channel and Guy can enjoy it on his room's wall...
Noa :-)
wow nice landing man.
Yo man I was really suprized hearing that you fell on your head. I always though on you as a cat.
Seriosly, I was shocked. I really hope you'll get better pretty soon.
Still remember the fun times we had when we were singles.
Dash to Adi, be strong.
Dor.
היי גיא
שמחים לשמוע שהמצב במגמת שיפור
עוקבים אחריך דרך הבלוג
(קצת אמריקאי אבל נתרגל )
מחכים שנוכל לדבר בטלפון
ולצחוק עליך קצת
ד"ש חם מצביה
גילדור
hey Guy & Adi,
we had lots of fun with Shira and Malka today, first going to the reading of the MEGILA (ok, so that part wasn't as fun as we hoped it would be... but the girls looked soooo cute in their little matching princess costumes!) and then just playing in the backyard enjoying the sun and warm weather.
we'll send some pictures later on today, just wanted to let you guys know that Shira was as sweet and happy as ever while hanging out with Shani.
also, please know that Malka is doing amazingly well with her. you can rest assured Shira is being well loved and cared for while you guys focus on getting Guy better.
Yuval sends his love, too - i'm kinda the official scribe of the house, so all these comments are under my username, but really come from both of us.
be well and stay strong,
Anat
Hi Adi & Guy
Just talked to Doron and got an update. It is great to hear about the progress.
It looks like "מישהו שומר עליכם שם למעלה"
Talking about looking on the positive side, about the miracle of recovery, take a look at this:
http://www.tntforthebrain.com/2006/12/10/what-if-car-accidents-medals-and-rape-victims
Guy-
Best wishes for a speedy recovery.
-jbusch
Hey, Guy,
Now that you're (kinda) walking again, it's time for the next steps:
It's just a jump to the left
And then a step to the right
With your hands on your hips
You bring your knees in tight
But it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane,
Let's do the Time Warp again!
The way I see it, with the strength you've been showing lately, it's just a matter of time.
wink-wink, nudge-nudge,
Uri
Hi Guy & Adi:
I wanted to share a personal story with you which is somewhat relevant to your current situation. Granted, nothing quite comparable but a few common themes.
One of my earliest memories as a child is playing with my cousin Laurent with big plastic toys (the type you ride on) in an apartment and pushing them off a window. I don't remember the toys specifically but I remember the two round blue bars across the window that served as a guard rail.
The next memory after that is looking at window basement. You know these windows that are at the top of the basement wall but barely at ground level on the outside.
The next memory has my mom and some car on the street. I don’t remember the car or anything really specific there.
The next memory is fairly vivid and has a bunch of people holding my head while a few stitches are applied to it. It’s very confusing, very loud, very unpleasant, and a few seconds longer than the previous memories.
The last memory of this early episode of my life is when nurses asked me what I usually had for breakfast and I responded that I usually buttered toast and tea. I’ve never had that before and don’t know why I mentioned this to the nurses but that is what they served me in the hospital that day. Is that cool or what?
Only several years later did I understand what these few seconds of early memory really meant. For a brief period of time after my brother was born my mom lived with her sister and some of her seven kids in Brest (Bretagne region in France). Early one morning as my mom was getting my brother ready to go out my cousin and I played with toys and threw them out the window. Taking a close look at our ingenious new game I somehow fell to the ground 2 and half stories below. In the hospital all I really needed it turns out is some stitches on my forehead which for some reason were done without local anesthesia. Lucky kid! I was only 2.5 years old.
I only have a few fleeting images of any other moment of my life before 4 and then 6 years of age. Why are they engrained in my mind? The choc really wasn’t that traumatic as I cam away with only a few stitches and everything else is just fine (but then again I’d be the last one to know). So why?
I think it’s just a conservation mechanism. Let me explain. As long as I can remember (about the age of 6) I’ve always has a significant fear of heights. What I mean by that is that 10 feet or more in the air with visually nothing below me radically affects me down to my guts and I just feel myself falling. I can climb 30, 40 feet up a tree. I can be a tall building, but looking through a metal mesh floor or watching a realistic flight simulator or gazing rapidly on the side of a ski chair lift produces that instant heart dropping effect. I can fly in an airplane and gaze out the window all trip long but can’t think about what it looks like from underneath it.
I believe these early memories were stored and reinforced to create this odd effect that somehow is an attempt to prevent that fall from happening again. Crazy idea? Perhaps but then again I fell on my head when I was a kid.
So why share this long rambling childhood story? Well it’s true and personal. It may have entertained you for a few minutes. It may reassure Adi (whom I haven’t met yet) that boys fall on their head but nurses take good care of them and they get on with life almost as good as new and with a greater sense of self preservation.
All in all, take care, and enjoy toast and tea if you must.
Nick.
good morning.
well i'm at school right now. today was a critic day because it's the first day of this semester that i got criticism from my teacher. since i'm realy traumatic about it, i was very nervous. but it went o.k.. i had to do brand personality to the audience of my product which is the Safari of Ramat Gan. well, belive it or not but i based my character on you guy. it's becuase i see my character as a young father who loves his children and loves nature and it feets with you. at the criticism my teacher told me that my character is too rich, her life are too good. mybe it will look kind of paradoxical to your condition right now, but that was the criticism. so i need to find sombody less perfect, more of the people (like "amami").
anyway, i have to go to work now. this blog became like a diary to me, i hope it's o.k..
see ya
Ada
hey guys.
my name is Ada and i'm guy's little sister. i wanted to say to the people that created this blog and runs it that you are doing a marvelous job. i admit that at the begining the idea looked kind of funny to me but now I think it's great and I don't know what we would have done without it. it keeps us all updated and most important it keeps us all togather, it's especially imortent for me since i'm so far away.
so i think the men i sould thank are Sam and Mattew and i hope i'm not forgeting anyone. so- thank you.
Ada
Guy, my dear brother,
Another long day for you, I hear. This one seemed to have brought with it some unexpected and unpleasant adventures as you took your first steps toward a whole new world of new and challenging experiences. This world, unfortunately, is what’s ahead of you and us. As trivial as the activities you presently struggle with and will continue to do so in the future seem to us "healthy" folks, it sounds like, for you, they go beyond the boundary of sheer impossibility. I would like to take a moment (I hope you enough time) and reminisce about our good’ll childhood. I remember you teaching me, for the first time, to play “wolf” on our home PC, a vicious and brutal game. I am surprised people call it a game and not “psychic trauma” or “hell on earth” as it felt very much like it. I would crash and bleed to death with every “shpion” uttered by the evil doers. You, on the other hand, would execute them with a keen sense of vengeance and without remorse. You would climb through difficulty stages as if they were merely a mild nuisance. As difficulty levels rose, however, you would encounter impasses yourself. Might I add, these were the only moments I found some room to experience sheer joy (albeit concealed by my poker face) emanating from your suffering the wrath of invincible “shpion”. These few fleeting moments allowed me to conjure that ever-elusive thought that I was, after all, “normal”. Indeed, Guy, growing up by your side was quite challenging because not only you were much successful in…well pretty much everything (except sports, our parents commanded), but also because you didn’t even consider me a worthy contender. In elementary school English class we would learn the song “Anything you can do I can do…” and that sort of summed up my experience, only mine was on the receiving end of this wonderful, yet sadistic, playful tune.
So, what I’m trying to say in so many words is that today you are (tragically enough) a captive participant of a similar “game” only your game is played for real. And this is not all. The levels of difficulty in your game keep rising as you go through them so skillfully, yet painfully. As always, I would not want to play alongside you (I say this on so many levels, only you can imagine) because you would probably kick ass and leave me feeling, once again, inept.
I hear that mom is reading you Meir Shalev. This image alone makes me reflect, once more, on our childhood, seeing her read bed time stories to Ada, our beloved sister. This time I bet she’s not falling asleep midway through out of pure exhaustion (I can’t blame her as she was probably working as hard as one possibly can). Believe it or not, I envy you (not your wounds and suffering, of course) for having this great opportunity to spend some quality time with her, to listen to her voice and the images it evokes from memory as well as from the words of Shalev, and to have (brutal and merciless) reality dictate or expose part of a situation resembling our childhood.
Thinking of you with every breath and every tear…
Your loving brother,
Asaph.
PS
Ella and I went to the Bronx botanical gardens today to enjoy an orchid show. There were so many of them there, in so many colors and sizes. They were so beautiful and powerful, yet so humble and fragile, but I guess you already know where this thought is headed…
Dear Guy
Who would ever believe it ?! The news that Guy made his way to the toilet, all by himself, made our day!
Of course, when it took place, less than one week after such a major surgery.
Every step you make, every peace of humor you voice (in your unusual voice…) brightens up our life.
The unbelievable fast progress you show, time and again is solely due to the kind of human being you are.
Now you can understand why I was urging for you to become the old Guy we love, again.
KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK!
The force next to your bed at the moment, i.e. your great wife Adi and your as great Mom and Malka, are being reenforced tomorrow by your as great Dad and Assaf . We are positive that with the help of such troops, you are going to win this battle shortly.
Could be that even our thoughts of you and our love to you might make some contribution to this end.
Grandma & Grandpa
Hi guy !(and Adi).
Adi's post from today sounds optimistic and we are happy yo read that you are getting better. Slowly but Surely.
It is Purim, and we are sure you didn't intend to dress up as La Malade Imaginere, right? :)
So we are sending you a virtual cheerful MISLOACH MANOT for Purim, filled with sweet thoughts, colorful get well wishes, and lot of love and hope (and of course Bamaba, Chocolad Para etc…).
Take care.
Rinat (and Lior and Tamir)
היי עדי,
אני שמח לשמוע שהכל מתקדם לכוון הנכון, ונכון שנשארת בבית החולים כדי לוודא שאפשר לסמוך על האחיות, אבל האם אפשר לסמוך על גיא? השארת אותו שם עם כל האחיות, ועכשיו שהוא מטייל לו במחלקה אולי צריך לשים עליו עין.
כמו שאני מכיר אותך בטח סידרת לו כמה אחיות שוות שישמרו עליו, ולכן מומלץ שבזמן שאת לא שם פשוט שיקשרו אותו למיטה (או במחשבה שנייה אולי כדאי שלא).
ד"ש חם מההורים שלי ומגיא (שלי) שגם עוקבים אחרי הבלוג,
ביי,
נתן
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