Dear People All over the World, including China, unless the people in China are among those who believe that Tibet is better off as part of China than before they were part of China. Although I don’t wish to alienate any nice people in China, they must understand that I am a devoted admirer of the Dalai Lama and all the people of Tibet who resisted the invasion of Big Brother China. I would not have expanded on this except for Greg, who always puts my writing onto Caring Bridge and Facebook, and who phoned me today when I was driving in town (without my head set) and asked me (referring to yester– oops — several days ago, when my salutation included the words, “except the people of China,” or something like that), and asked me, “Why?”
My reply was rather scattered, since a corner of my mind was busy trying to identify possible policemen or other law enforcement who might notice that I wasn’t talking into a headset, and subsequently levy upon me a fine of huge proportions. And they would be right. I believe in headsets while driving and also while not driving, and I own two of them, but don’t know where they are at the moment.
Since then, I’ve reviewed the part of my brain that contains files called “China and Tibet,” and re-affirmed my strong feelings about that subject. That’s why you are being subjected to all this. I’m out of the China closet. Actually, that used to be (in the late 1800’s) called the China cabinet, but —- Never Mind.
Where was I?
Oh, yes. Hello, Dear People of Everywhere,
Today was one of the Big Days. Sasha actually walked all the way to the lab, and took his seat inside, with his caregiver present, and began talking chemistry with Paul, who took some fantastic photos. Tania joined them at one point, and there is a great picture of all three of them, smiling broadly.
We are (meaning the two girls/women/ladies and I) gradually getting a picture — sort of — of Sasha’s pain problems, the where and the why. His Achilles tendon and the heel have become almost-perfect examples of superb Western medicine and what can be done by really good Western surgeons. The original angels are, of course, Drs. Howard Kornfeld and Paul Abramson, who pointed us in the direction of said surgeons. Without them, we would never have heard of doctors who label themselves “Limb Savers,” and we probably would have lost a foot by now. And, yes, we all would have lost that foot.
In the evenings, Sasha’s needle pains attack his leg, and they are now being understood as the results of the peripheral neuropathy, and he’ll probably continue having that problem. We’ll do our best to make him as healthy as possible by means of diet (fresh fruits and veggies, protein, vitamins, etc.) as well as exercise. Following the advice of a very wise person, we’re giving him goat’s milk and Basmati rice, and these do actually help reduce swelling in his feet, which is a real concern. But we’re all still learning. Every night is a bit different. When he can be persuaded to stay in bed most of the night, the foot swelling is gone by morning. When his pain makes it necessary for him to sleep in the Lazyboy chair, the swelling is still present when he wakes up. But all of it is getting better.
Sasha’ mental state seems to have improved during the day, since he came home from hospital, but the “sundowning” is almost always present, to some extent, by the time evening comes. His chemical knowledge is still there, though, and now that he can work in the lab with Paul, it will probably sharpen and improve, along with his analytical ability and other aspects of his mental functioning. But he can’t be left alone, because there’s too much risk of falling, among other things. So we continue to fund-raise, because we’ll need 24-hour a day help for the rest of Sasha’s life. So far, as I’ve said many times, we’ve been amazingly lucky in our caregivers, with perhaps a single exception, but we’re busy taking care of that exception. We seem to have attracted really lovely human beings — funny and caring and patient — and may it continue to be so. With Tania and Greg as our right and left arms, all we can do is give thanks (and feed them all Basmati rice).
For the moment, this is all. When Greg returns from his mother’s funeral, I’ll write more.
Love and thanks to all of you. Sleep well and dream in color (unless you don’t want to). Ann