All Life is Sacred

I’m on my way to the hospital to visit Cesar. He just got transferred to the Rehabilitation unit for the long, hard work ahead. Poor guy has had his share of issues in this lifetime. Through no fault of his own, he was in the foster care system for 15 years of his life. Now he is dealt another tough hand.
He was riding as a passenger in a vehicle last week. A speeding drunk driver was hurling his vehicle towards them. He hit 2 parked cars then smashed his vehicle into the car that Cesar was riding in. Meanwhile Cesar was trapped in the car. The “jaws of life” were used to get him out of the wrecked vehicle. He was transported via ambulance to the hospital. There he found out that his C-1 vertebra was badly fractured, his hip was fractured and he had many assorted bruises. The doctors did emergency surgery to fuse some of the vertebrae together. They added a plate in the back of his head with rods running down his spine.
                             Cesar in Balboa Park rose garden

                             Cesar in Balboa Park rose garden

This brings me back to the rehab unit. Cesar was confronted with the daunting task of rehabilitation. It was just too much for him at the time. He refused to participate in any of the rehab activities despite what other people were telling him. He was in such pain that all he wanted to do was sleep. Due to his lack of participation in anything, he developed pneumonia. Two days ago, after I left the hospital, I thought for sure he had completely given up on life. I was resigned to the fact that if that’s what Cesar wanted then there’s nothing more I could do. I was ready to sit with him until he passed.
                                                 Cesar w/ Honey

                                                 Cesar w/ Honey

Yesterday morning when I got there he started to participate in life again. I was so happy.  It’s a very tough road ahead for him. He has to relearn everything, all of the activities of daily living that most people take for granted (grooming, showering, dressing, walking & sitting, etc.).
                                          Cesar on my car

                                          Cesar on my car

This morning I went over to the hospital to decorate a corner of his room. I bought some colorful material from the fabric store. I framed some photos of Cesar in his “glory days” so he can look at them and be inspired. I see my job now as his cheerleader. He needs to believe that he can do this and with a good, positive attitude. Stay tuned, like the rest of life, it’s a work in progress…
For context, see previous blogs, “Other People’s Lives”, “My Eventful Day” & “On Being Thankful”)
                                      Cesar AKA Marie in Las Vegas

                                      Cesar AKA Marie in Las Vegas

Peace and Happines, always

Mike