Todd is now in the far reaches of the ICU ward, for a second I couldn’t remember what floor it was on. Then of course I just stopped off at the right floor….. and entered the ward that we had spent so much time in. The EEG was to be taken after I left, so I have no idea how long Todd will remain in this induced sleep, or how successful it is at this time. He looked calm. So I wait. ….in a new part of the ward without all our foxy and darling nurses that I thought we might be reunited with.
I am reminded that I have some very good reliable resources that share with me his amazing potential for recovery. (These are medical professionals) This is what I will hold on to and remind him everyday…… because I am sure that by now he is getting a bit worn from this constant cycle of demands on his sweet body….. so we both need a reminder! We are getting tired
Toetsie is correct the packages should always go to the same ward, if we are not there those nurses will know where we are. We will soon return to our window and Suriname family across the way, with all their sweet smiles and concern. It will always find us there, because for now there is where we are….. or hope to be.
November 28, 2007 at 7:04 am
Dear worn out and tired ones. Here is a little note of love, little love birds. A hard setback but at 0last sweet Todd sleeps peacefully, as you say, Alex. Rest and restore Todd. Feel the energy of all your comrads in the Bay Area.eagerly and lovingly working and conspiring–hatching big plans–to come to your aid in all the most creative ways with the big Ball. We all breath love and strenght into yiur realm. Rest and restore, both of you. Kisses and warm embraces
Susie
November 28, 2007 at 10:18 am
The same thing happened to my brother. He went in and out of the ICU….and in and out of a coma….then one day he just got up, yanked out the catheter, and walked to the bathroom. The nurses mouths all opened in amazement.
Miracles happen and people do get better. Don’t forget to keep telling Todd to fight and get well. Even though he seems like he’s asleep he can hear everything you say. Have hope and faith that things will get better.
November 28, 2007 at 1:43 pm
I second that previous comment- i’ve been in the ICU a couple times in my life and both times the kind words spoken were healing to no end. i know that the love that you are giving him through voice and touch is doing no end of good.
all my best to you.
November 28, 2007 at 1:52 pm
In preparing images for display and for sale at Saturday’s event, my inbox has been flooded with some amazing testaments of love and admiration, for Todd.
Artists who found in Todd an invaluable life-long friend and fellow human-being, as a whole aside from the contributions he made to help push their artwork from lofty ideas, to both possible and amazing.
I sent emails to around 10 folks expecting I’d be lucky to hear back from 3 or 4… and almost everybody responded within 24 hours, echoing one another’s sense of urgency to jump to show the world with images what Todd’s influence on their art has been… and with words, what Todd’s influence on their life has been. Todd, you are so loved and heralded, and in it’s sheer volume, this love never fails to amaze me!
November 28, 2007 at 5:04 pm
Dear Alex:
You are walking between shadows and light, both medical and and emotional. Todd’s got what it takes and so do you. Many mornings, heck every morning, come in check the blog and say to myself “I’m keeping the faith!” non denominational of course.
November 28, 2007 at 7:18 pm
Dearest Alex,
Tonight as I drink my pickle milk (buttermilk for those who are not two years old) I sing Frosty the Snowman for you and Todd. There is a particular verse I know is about Todd- he is fighting his way back. That fight looks really scary at the bedside. He will be back again someday.. SOON.
While I am a wee bit small from the Ball I will wear my Green and Blue Dinosaur jammies every night until then.
Hugs
November 28, 2007 at 8:07 pm
advocates…here, there, and everywhere!
Two of us riding nowhere,
spending someone’s hard earned pay
You and me, wednesday driving,
not arriving
on our way back home
We’re on our way home,
we’re on our way home,
we’re going home
Two of us sending postcards,
writing letters on my wall
You and me burning matches,
lifting latches
on our way back home
We’re on our way home,
we’re on our way home,
we’re going home
You and I have memories
longer than the road
that stretches out ahead
Two of us wearing raincoats,
standing solo in the sun
You and me chasing paper
getting nowhere
on our way back home
We’re on our way home,
we’re on our way home,
we’re going home
You and I have memories
longer than the road
that stretches out ahead
Two of us wearing raincoats,
standing solo in the sun
You and me chasing paper
getting nowhere
on our way back home
We’re on our way home,
we’re on our way home,
we’re going home
November 28, 2007 at 11:03 pm
Alex and Todd,
Sorry to hear about the temporary setback but I have confidence that the aggressive approach will help. Know that our thoughts and love are with you always!
Hugs and kisses to you both,
Michael
November 28, 2007 at 11:55 pm
I am typing away in my studio, listening to AC/DC and am wearing a big red styrofoam clown nose. The steady trickle of artwork has turned into a torrent. Jack Ford, printmaking prof at CCA, is donating a Roy Deforest print (google Deforest, you will all know his crazy dog piece), and students, faculty, and Susan Joyce’s faithful cadre of artists are all stepping up to the plate. We even have a painting of a Doggie Diner head from a freind of a freind… Good stuff, my freinds.
I feel that Todd is working hard with the docs to get the right mix of support systems for his continuing rejuvination. This is a tricky time, and I know that all this tireless resting is exhausting for you both. Let us all concentrate on a bridge of ballance for our dear freind.
Alex, I send balance and calm for you too. It will be good to see Eric this weekend, I know. And there is a little bunch of somethings now officially on its way. It should be there Tues or Wed, if customs isn’t too much of a pain.
Love and hugs and swimming in artwork
Johnny