A snapshot of my morning nonsequitur brain. Thinking about failing to a safe state. Can I model this for my students by plugging in a hot plate to a GFCI outlet and then throwing some water at at?…. I always loved the song “Open House” by Lou Reed. I’m going to pull it up on Spotify for my commute in. Something about Lou Reed sometimes choosing to sing, mostly not, sometimes squeezing in the lyrics between the rhythm and notes. The one breakout part at the end where he sings “fly me to the moon, fly me to the stars.” (The song works better laying in a dark room–I think it also works driving on an overcast day)….. I hope my daughter didn’t try riding her new motorcycle to work in the rain today …. I wonder if Matthew will walk home from school in the rain or decide not to go to speech and debate…I wonder if the Ride Health folks will drop Mark off somewhere I can find him at the hospital for his MRI today…should I stop and get gas on my way to work or on my way home?…I remember an old friend had a parenting blog for a while called ” Dining with Squirrels.” Maybe I can start a blog called “Inhabited by Squirrels”….cranially speaking.

Ever onward, D

After work today, I took Ben out to practice driving on busy and twisty roads. He did a great job of staying in the middle of the lane. He maybe needs to look up and see the traffic light ahead is red. Or yellow. Really, he should just look up. He went faster than he’s ever gone. At no point did I feel like I was going to die, although I did brace my entire body against the seat and the car frame. Twice.

When we got back, I checked my texts to find this photo and many smiley emojis. My dear child, 22 years young, with her first major purchase. I called immediately. Did you know you can get your motorcycle license without ever riding a motorcycle on a road? No? Me either. She stalled out a bunch of times driving it home, and learned that car drivers aren’t into that. She’s excited and happy, and uncertain and cautious.

I’m thinking about risk assessment. Years ago, Mark was talking to me about his engineering work and explained how a part of equipment design is to “fail to a safe state.” This always made a lot of sense to me. I liked the idea of life working this way.

This may be possible with machines. With a life?

Good friends keep encouraging me to keep it real. I by default am an optimist. I am an under-reacter, and slow to frustration or anger. So here’s a tale I can tell through the keeping-it-real lens. And real is, this is frickin’ hard in about 18 different ways.

I woke up at 6 am after a terrible sleep. I left at 6:05 am and picked up Mark from his senior living home at 6:20 am. He told me stories about him being 65 (off by 9 years) and other odd tales on the way to the hospital. CT scan, followed by neurosurgery appointment. All is fine. Except a little air in the brain (umm…what?). His surgeon was pleased that no cerebrospinal fluid had leaked from his nose (umm… did you mention that concern to us?). While waiting at the hospital, the short-term benefits org called Mark and after he couldn’t answer a couple questions, he fortunately was willing to pass the phone to me so I could make sure his short-term disability benefits are extended. Mark also explained that when he looks at me with his right eye, he sees a fuzzy grey blob. This is fairly accurate to how I feel.

Left the hospital and headed to the grocery store per Mark’s request so he could stock up his little (cooking-free) kitchen. We were back to his little apartment by 11 and napping by 11:05. At 11:30am, we wake up to a knock on the door by the intake nurse for the home-health team. Yes, he has blood pressure and a pulse and needs PT and OT. Oh, he has a 99.2F fever? Didn’t know that. Then, kiss goodbye and off to pick up Matthew early from school for a pediatrician apptointment. Then a phone call with neuropsychology about two appointments scheduled for October.

I talked to a dear friend who is going to call the oncology nurse navigator to follow up on a few things. Like getting free rides to cancer-related appointments from the American Cancer Society. And getting a more detailed pathology report to send to another oncology doc at Memorial Sloan-Kettering. She’s also going to try to find a mobile notary for me. That’s really helpful. I’m grateful.

I’m trying to find someone to be with Mark for his 10/4 chemo appointment. Striking out so far.

Plan for tomorrow – phone call with social security to start a disability claim process, check with his home to see if his transport is set for Wed’s ophthalmology, make sure my beloved folks know where to meet him, make sure Matthew has a ride home from Speech & Debate team and a ride to and from fencing. And work a full day.

How’d I get so lucky? My super hero nieces and nephews and the man responsible for a parental chunk of their awesomeness came and saved the day! Our plot in the community garden, which became a hellacious weedscape during this nightmare, is put to rest for the season. A hand railing warmly invites all those who need assistance to come to the front door (or leave). Our trash can is no longer precariously perched on a slope, and the fence posts are no longer a rotting mess. (Although there were some beautiful lichens fruiting on them today!) Plus, bonus! Great Niece Ellie gave lots of smiles to brighten the day. I am humbled and grateful to have these amazing humans come support their old aunt Diane. 

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I’m super tired. I’m also thankful for so many many things, most of all tonight the innumerable (well, I could count them if my brain was more functional than it is right now) kindnesses that have been extended by so many family and friends during the Season of Mark. From the meals to taking the boys to appts & events to my grass being cut to my delightful Nest camera to furniture for Mark’s new abode at a senior living facility (move-in date tomorrow) to visits to How’s Diane’s Sanity check-ins to visits with Mark to helping think of things to ask doctors to helping find resources …. if I haven’t thanked you, please know that in my head I have many, many times. The old adage “it takes a village” has never felt more true to me. I am sustained by you. By all of you. Thank you.

The quest to find a next placement for Mark is time consuming and stressful, but it’s been made better by a consierge service that skilled nursing hooked me up with. It’s paid for by senior living facilities that want you to choose them for your senior loved one living out their golden years. It feels a bit strange to be touring for my not-senior loved one, but I don’t have a lot of options. I don’t know how I’d got to work everyday, get Mark to all his appointments, and make sure he’s never home alone. And take care of his kids.

My tour guide is Ben. He’s a nice guy with two young kids and a sense of calm hustle. Ben meets with me and listens to our needs. Close by, don’t break the bank, transport to medical appointments, keep Mark from escaping if possible. Ben lines up appointments and tells me where to meet him.

We tour a place a mile from our home. It’s lovely. Family-owned, a resident dog, a non-institutional vibe. Mark gets rejected because of that one time he escaped. We go an grab a beer to kill time before touring the second place. I tell Ben my life story. He tells me his. He thinks my life is pretty complicated. I think his is not.

We move on to tour a second place. It felt like halfway between skilled nursing and the more community-focused model of senior living. There are birds – not as good as a resident dog. The director is tan and looks like she’s on her way to the beach. It feels generic and I don’t like it.

The third place is the one I choose. It’s 15 minutes from home. Close enough that it will be easy to visit him, and far enough that if he gets it in his head to try to escape, he won’t be able to walk home. The rooms are spacious with tall ceilings. It feels more like an apartment than a nursing home. They have a double room that is empty, so Mark will have some privacy, which has been sorely lacking in his life. There’s a mini-kitchen with no cooking elements. It’ll be a way to test if he’s ready to have more independence, but in more regulated place than the full freedom of home. He’ll be given his meds by their staff. They can transport him to appointments. If he needs to advance to a locked dementia unit they have that option. I have to furnish it, and with huge help from neighbors and friends, I get it ready within a few days.

Mark is transport by the skilled nursing facility to his new home. I have paid for two months. We’ll see what happens.