I was finally able to see Laurel again today. I got to wait with her as she was in what we called Purgatory. It was, after all, a holding spot! No T.V., lots of extra beds, medical supplies, nurses computer and blood testing area. And who knows what all was behind curtain number two? Thinking we were alone, we had been chatting and being silly for awhile when we heard talking on the other side of the curtain.We stared at each other, I am sure both of us rehearsing what we'd said in the previous 30 minutes or so! Thankfully it was just a nurse over there, not another patient!
Her ICU room, sadly, was needed for a new patient and she was the current resident most ready to be moved. So we waited in there while they cleaned both her old room and her new one. Then they moved her into a new room with an actual bathroom in it. I'm really finding beauty in things I might normally take for granted. Toilets are beautiful. And hers has a garden view -- and, YES, a curtain Silly!
Her new room has a garden view too. It actually looks right out onto the shelter where we had our pretend campout last week. So maybe as she sits there and looks out she can hum a few bars of Kumbayah as she recalls:)
We had a very good visit. In addition to our chat of everyday life, we peppered in some laughter and some tears. It was the most time I've been able to sit with her at one time and we made the best of it:) I have to say I was about moved to tears when she pulled up her sheet and I looked at the graft site on her "donor" leg, where they harvested the good skin for her right leg. It is so raw looking.
Her mom and dad came over for another visit Friday and Saturday. On one of the days, they pulled the curtains, closed the door, and settled in for a movie, complete with snacks. Laurel really enjoyed it and appreciated the nice long visit.
Her Uncle Rick, Aunt Paula and GG came by earlier today for a visit after church. Her Grandma gave her a robe she really likes. She will get alot of use out of it now too, what with her own bathroom and all! And don't let me forget to mention that, in addition to getting into her recliner, she can now get up and hobble around some with a walker! Now THAT is progress!!!
Laurel said she will be having her (hopefully) last skin graft surgery on Tuesday. They will be grafting a smallish spot (comparatively speaking) on her back and on her forehead. The doctor was hoping those two would heal enough themselves but they are not, so will go ahead with the graft.
For her forehead they will use a donor swath from her head, which means she will have to start over with growing out her hair. Or maybe just go from here then sport a side ponytail for awhile:) They explained to her that caucasians have yellowish skin from the neck down and from there up we are more pink. So they needed a graft that will match more closely.
I was glad when she told me her first thought was that she hoped not to have a hairy forehead afterwards, as I wondered the same thing and felt so vain. And you did too, didn't you? But no. The hair follicles will stay and the skin will be moved. New skin, complete with hair, will grow -- but only on her scalp.
After this surgery, they are hoping she will be able to be moved to the rehab facility in Vancouver within a couple weeks. She will work on movement of all affected areas, but much of it will have to wait until the grafts are healed. They have informed her that she cannot bump any of her wounds. If blood pools (which we would call a bruise), it apparently prevents the blood from circulating through and healing the graft so can be pretty serious.
Please pray for continued grace and peace for Laurel and her family. She specifically asked for prayer for her hubby, R. He is doing a great job holding down the fort and realizing just how much Laurel does at home. But all of the trauma of his wife being injured so badly is something that is hard for anyone to accept and it is very painful for him. She asked that we would please pray that he will be able to lean on the only One who can calm the storm. They are seeing prayers answered daily, but it is still so very hard to make any sense out of any tragedy, especially one that strikes your loved ones.