The rain has been incessant. It is unusually chilly today, maybe because I decided to spend the day with my boyfriend who is undergoing neurotherapy at the Colorado Neurological Institute. I gently cup the warm mug of hot chocolate, with lots of marshmallows and a dollop of cream in my hand. I needed some cheer and I thought my favourite beverage would ease the worry in my heart.
Stephen has not been very responsive to treatment and therapy these past two weeks. He dips from being positive to depression every now and then. He has always been the outdoors type of guy. We would go camping, run marathons together, swam in lakes during the summer, and would go skiing in winter when time permitted. Because of a fluke biking accident, he has been relegated to his bed while they fix both knees and his left foot. It is frustrating enough if the weather does not permit him any outdoor activity, but it is worse when he sees how his injuries have dimmed his hopes of biking around Europe in the summer or trying his luck at the Ironman in Hawaii.
I try to keep his spirits up and tell him to look forward to neuro rehab when he is strong enough to regain use of both legs. The doctors are optimistic, but they caution him against extreme sports that could do more permanent damage in the future.
We had plans of going to Japan this winter, to try out skiing over there and at the same time traipse around Asia for a total of four weeks. We have been to South America and realized there that travel and adventure is what we’ll be doing in the next twenty years. Now all of that have been put on hold. And I don’t know how to make him bounce out of the depressing state of his health.
His physical therapist is a cheerful lady, who mothers him and at the same time pays no heed to him when he feels like whining or sulking. She even reads to him on the rare occasion when she has some extra time to talk to him. I hope Elsa is there today when I visit him, so I don’t get run over by whatever mood he is in at this time.
I learned that they go through such a phase. But that things should get better when he makes a milestone like be able to put his weight on one foot, or be able to bend it without feeling so much pain. It’s a good thing that he is a health buff, because he is not keen on getting too dependent on paid medication.
Oh well, it’s time to go. I check my dress, it’s peach with a pale yellow print – cheerful enough I think. Today is a good day and I want to hear him laugh like he used to, carefree and loud. I remind myself that better days are coming, a day at a time.