Monday, January 02, 2006

12/29

The doctors and a team of nurses visited me in my hospital room in the morning. They examined me and asked me how I was feeling and if there was any pain or discomfort around my catheter. I was told that they were waiting to get further information about the nature of the bacteria found in the catheter. The kind of bacteria would determine the kind of treatment.

My sister was there with me for part of the afternoon in addition to a family friend. She, like many college students, is home for the winter break. I was impressed by Denise and the way in which she has carried herself seeing me in the hospital. She is cool, collected, and so helpful. I am very proud of her. Her maturity is very evident. My folks and I didn't tell her about my diagnosis in the beginning. We waited until all the drama had concluded. When the drama repeated itself a few months ago, I decided that she had to know. I felt really bad about not telling her before and I wanted the situation to be different this time. Seeing Denise carry herself with grace in the hospital today in light of her brother's illness, I knew that I made the right choice this time. Below is a photo of the two of us.



During the afternoon, a volunteer stopped by my room. She is an artist, who is pursuing a M.A. in painting at Yale. Once a week she works with patients in the hospital, helping to relax and draw their attention away from their health for a brief moment with the aid of art. We sketched and drew a few pictures together over the course of about an hour. It was a great exercise. It reminded me of my childhood, when I used to draw a lot. I was an avid drawer back then. This hour with the volunteer brought me back to that time.

Below are two of the pictures that I drew. The first is a sketch for which the volunteer posed. The second one is a still-life drawing.



At night I watched 2001: A Space Odyssey, which I enjoyed but didn't understand fully. The ending, I found, to be very confusing. I like sci-fi films, but this one was most perplexing. If anyone can explain it to me, I'd appreciate it. After 2001, I watched the first 6 episodes of season one of Curb Your Enthusiasm. I had never seen the program before, but I loved it. I laughed the night away despite the fact that I was alone and bored in a quiet hospital room. What a blast I had with this DVD!

1 Comments:

Comment Anonymous EFG said...

your drawings are REALLY good. you should keep this up.
Also it was wonderful to read about your relationship with your sister Denise--very touching!

Keep up the strength that you obviously have during this difficult road!

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