The Director of one of the rehabilitation centers in Avalon Park called to schedule a visit. I looked forward to it and we all hoped this would be the facility God would guide us to. The place looked beautiful on the website. The rooms were well furnished; it had a pool and many different activities as part of their rehab program. It was only about 30 minutes away from home in Casselberry.
In the meantime, David was becoming more alert and would sleep less during the day. There was something different about him which I couldn’t pin point but there was an unveiling happening and I could feel it.
His therapist Stacy would continue to introduce a variety of food that included meatloaf, rice and macaroni. David’s endurance at different exercises during physical therapy continued to grow. He would initiate the routines, follow commands, worked hard at standing up and tried to eat on his own.
It was evident that all these visits had a great effect on David and were part of the healing process.
My sister and brother in law, Noemy and Hector were traveling back to Miami and were preparing the traditional Thanksgiving lunch for family and friends. It was hard to accept we would be celebrating the holidays away from home. Ana Carolina was adamant about David having the traditional meal even if it had to be finely chopped. She decided to bake her first turkey, a sweet potato casserole and green beans just for him to have.
The neurologist persisted on the pump because the insurance would not approve the amount of Botox needed for an effective treatment plan. Both options were not 100% guaranteed.
After researching and getting feedback from professionals and patients, as a family, we chose the Botox treatment. David would be scheduled to begin in mid December with the first injections.
It took all my energy to stay focused on my mission. The thought that “loving others was a form of penance” personally resonated deep within me. Instead of allowing my frustration to turn into resentment, I prayed to rely on the constant whisper of trusting in the Lord and pray for every person I would come in contact with - including those who would fail on their promises. It was not easy… especially because it wasn’t about me. I had to surrender to love regardless of my disappointment. It was not easy… because our pride always gets in the way. The need of being right or first or taken seriously or being respected - is in our nature. It was not easy… to avoid the temptation of being able to justify the injustice or wrongdoing against us. It was not easy… to keep away from hardening my heart through the experience of resentment and bitterness.
(Jeremiah: 29: 11-12; 1 Corinthians 13:4-8)