Sunday, March 09, 2008

How it is now





In light of some recent phone conversations and emails between Mark and his friends, I think it's time I post an update.

It's been one year and three days since Mark came home from the rehab hospital. For those of you who've kept in touch via phone and email, you have probably noticed Mark's most glaring deficit, short term memory loss. You may have gotten phone calls, back to back a few minutes apart. It's not that he forgot to tell you something, but in those few minutes, he's forgotten he's called you at all. You may also have received the same email more than once. These things seem to happen to anyone who's had a head/brain injury, even something one may think is not serious, like a concussion. Believe me, no brain injury is minor. Even though Mark's brain injury was not caused by trauma (i.e. traumatic brain injury) it is none the less classified as a brain injury. Although his short term memory is getting better, it will never come back 100%. He will ask about someone he thinks we haven't seen in a while, although we were together for dinner the previous night. He also has a problem with time. Events from yesterday, last week or last month are all merged. It's worse when he's tired. One of his other deficits is disorientation. He gets easily confused especially when he's not in familiar surroundings (home). He says it's like being drunk, all the time. He's a smart guy and he covers up pretty well, but if you're around him long enough you'll notice his confusion.

He also has problems concentrating and gets easily flustered. If you keep up with his blogs, he sounds like the "same old Mark", but he writes early in the morning when he's most clear.

I sometimes find him asleep in front of his computer, watching tv, and almost always in the car. He still has wakefulness issues (from the original brain injury).

Mark has gone through additional hard times too. A bout with suicidal thoughts in the spring (we had to make sure his guns were out of the house) took him into therapy, a prescription for an anti-psychotic drug, and an antidepressant. It was recommended that he attend a 40 hour per week out patient program for suicide prevention but it was determined that he couldn't keep up with group therapy because of his cognitive problems. The alternative was to continue with outpatient rehab, additional appointments with a neuropsychologist and a psychiatrist, and be under 24 hour supervision at home.

When Mark was weaned off of all these drugs in late August, he went through a manic phase, sleeping only a couple hours a night and he was very difficult to deal with for a couple of months. That was a really rough time for both of us.

His vision will probably never get better and he'll probably never drive again. This also causes balance issues which make it almost impossible to cross streets (his reaction time is also a problem) and there are few sidewalks around here. He's totally house bound unless someone is available to pick him up and drive him places. Now that I'm working full time (since mid December) he likes to get out at night, just when I'm looking forward to some downtime.

Mark did get his prism glasses a couple of weeks ago and we were very disappointed to see that they didn't make his vision much better. The doctor told him that if he holds his head at just the right angle (we're still trying to find that angle) a small amount of vision in the center of his field of vision will line up. The the rest will still be doubled, half at an angle, at that. And when it doesn't line up, it makes his vision worse than without them. We had been holding out so much hope for them to restore his vision and are now facing the fact that nothing will work. I think we believed that his double vision would be alleviated with the glasses. No one ever told us how little difference they would make.

Mark has also been seeing an acupuncturist for a couple of months to no avail. His next alternative will be a black contact lens - which, if he can get used to it, will be an alternative to his patch.

I'm sure that for someone as smart as Mark is, living in his confused and foggy world is very difficult. It also depresses him when people don't understand that he can't deal with issues, converse and respond like he used to.

Mark is trying to learn to live his life the best he can. He has good and bad days, like the rest of us. On top of it all, he has to contend with isolation and loneliness too.

As some of you know, we adopted a cat named Flora last September and we recently found a four month old male kitten who we've named Bud. Mark enjoys their company immensely. It's made a big difference in his life. He sends me text messages at work of their antics.

The one thing we're holding out hope for is that he will never have another bleed, although the neurosurgeons have said it's not a matter of if, but when. Luckily we've been told that his chances for another bleed go down with time.

Chris

Friday, October 05, 2007

Update

Well, it's October now.
My prospective publisher rejected my novel. (Moron. He'll regret that later.)
I'm pitching my cowboy video to a producer, in the hopes that someone will want to make it for real. (Oh, yeah, and pay handsomely for the privilege.)
I do some website work for friends and lovers.
Life at home continues to have its ups and downs, but Christine continues to take excellent care of me. I cannot adequately express my appreciation for all she has, and continues to have, done.
My friends, of course, are a wonderful support for me in these odd times. I thank you all.
My new cat; Flora, is extremely cute, and she continues to amuse and delight us. My thanks to Meg and Ivan for that gift. (And here I wasn't even a cat person, though I am now; this one, anyway.)
Continued visits, of course, are welcomed; I'll be here, when I'm not at Fighting Back (Wednesday and Friday afternoons only).
See you.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

At the end, at the beginning

I finally finished reading all the blog entries and comments up to today.
I cannot thank Chris enough for creating it in the first place.
Nor can I adequately thank all those who dropped in to check on me and wrote their comments.
Now that I'm back to what passes for normal (barring a few deficits we hope will get better), I'm now faced with the ugly realization that, since I'm not going to die just now, I have to figure out what to do with the rest of my life. (The purported last words of the Buddha were "Strive on with diligence." Can't think of a better slogan to live one's life by.)
So, expect some more writing (especially if that publisher ever decides to buy my novel), maybe some video, and as much general hell-raising as I can get up to.
Visitors, electronic or physical, always welcome.
Know that I love you all.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

How you know who your friends are

To all who read or wrote or both:

Words cannot express my gratitude to my lady love, Chris, for putting all this blog stuff together.
I know it's been a great relief to many to read what's going on with me.
I'm reading it today (24 July) for the first time, and choking up.
Thanks to all my friends for caring so much.

Saturday, June 30, 2007

Coming back, if slowly

We're still languishing in Florida, enjoying the sun (mostly) and eating well. We also do some serious movie watching, courtesy of Blockbuster, and reading (on the beach and at home) from the local library. My brain is still making the long march back from angioma hell, and I worry sometimes that I won't make it all the way, but mostly my head seems to work the way it's supposed to. Chris, of course, continues to be an incredible support to me, encouraging me even when things seems bleak, and I can't tell you (or her, apparently) how much I owe her. (Though years from now, if I'm lucky, she might believe me.) Life continues to be interesting, though. And beats the hell out of being dead. I'm still awaiting a decision by the publisher about my novel (called "Skeleton Cay", soon to be a major motion picture coming to a screen near you; buy the book when you see it), so if you hear any distant screaming, that'll be me announcing he decided to buy the book. Stay tuned. Life will continue to be interesting.

Friday, June 15, 2007

Back from the dead

I graduated from Rehab today.
That makes tomorrow the famous "first day of the rest of my life".
Having nearly lost it, I intend to experience the remainder as intensely as possible.
Stay tuned; it will get interesting.

Thursday, May 31, 2007

Help Your Favorite Charity While You Shop

Check this out: http://www.igive.com/html/tellafriend.cfm

If you shop through this website, a part of your purchase will go to a charity of your choice.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Test Results

Mark has been very busy these days, but doesn't seem to get around to the blog. So I'll up date it.

Mark had an EEG and an MRI on Monday the 14th. His EEG was normal and he is being weaned off his anti-seizure meds. He actually stayed up after 11pm the other night. This should help him with his excessive sleepiness. Many times he'll ask if he has dreamed something or if it actually happened. So far, all the things he has asked about have been real events. He feels like he's in a dream state. Hopefully this will help.

There was still too much blood (from the original bleed) in is brain to actually see the Cavernous Angioma with the MRI, but the blood is slowly being re-absorbed and the brain swelling is still going down. Until they can actually see the malformation, his diagnosis can't be confirmed. But the good news is that there has been no new bleeding and they haven't seen any more malformations (some individuals have hundreds).

Mark received the good news that he will probably be graduating from rehab by mid June. He's very excited by this.

Mark has been re-reading his most recent unfinished novel and hopes to begin working on it again soon.

I have begun doing some volunteer work for the Angioma Alliance, working on updating a mailing list of doctors all over the US. I would like to be able to donate the printing and postage for this mailing, so if anyone would like to help me out by making (even a very small one) a donation to the Angioma Alliance, please let them know it's for their upcoming mailing. http://www.angiomaalliance.org/donate.html

Chris

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Why she deserves diamonds

My ladyfriend, Christine, has taken care of me, or at least watched over the care of me, since I went down with my angioma last fall. She has done so, in spite of my attempts to either die or come out braindead, with a cheerful attitude and a smile.
I cannot tell you, or her, how much I owe her for all her hard work.
Let's just say that the biggest diamond I can ever afford is barely sufficient compensation for what she's gone through.
I would spend the money on anything else she wanted, but that seems to be her lust object in this world, so I'm happy to acquire one when I can afford it.
Know that I will take the best care of her that I can, no matter what it takes.
She's a very special woman, and I'm extremely lucky to have her in my life.

Figuring it out

I've finally reacquired Blogger and enough awareness to get access to the accounts, so I can now post to this blog again. More later.

He's back...

Okay, you weasels, it's really me and I'm going to write it like it is, so hang on.
This has been one of the least-fun experiences of my life, and I wouldn't wish it on more than one or two of my worst enemies.
Christine, my dearly beloved, is to be continually acknowledged as the sole reason I've made it this far, and this well.
It is to be remembered that, at the beginning of all this, I was basically dead.
Not really dead, as Billy Crystal said in The Princess Bride, but mostly dead.
Through the kindnesses of the docs and nurses at the hospital, however, I made it out mostly alive.
Now the nurses at Day Rehab have ahold of me, and aren't letting go.
They abuse me on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays, and have made of me whatever I have thus far.
Hey, I kid... They are the most hardworking, underpaid, sweet bunch of women, who have given their all to make me better.
And I'm mostly better, which is better than I could have been, surely.
My mind is working, mostly, and my body is pretty much working (I can't talk about certain delicate issues in this blog, per Christine; email me if you need details), and I'm getting back to what passes for normal.
Christine, as noted earlier, has taken incredible care of me throughout, and whatever I am today I owe to her. Along with some serious diamonds, as I understand it...
I grow tired, alas, so I'm going to cut this first post short. More anon.
If you want to see more of Seymour, you need to leave some comments, however. I can blather on for awhile about what's going on in my life, but I'll do better if I hear from some of you.
Later.

Friday, April 27, 2007

Final Blog Entry

Mark should have his computer back on line after tonight and I hope this will give him the incentive he needs to keep in touch via email.

I know I've said this many times before, but please feel free to visit Mark on Mondays, Wednesdays, Saturdays and Sundays. Please call first and we will make sure to be home. He really is missing you all.

Maybe you're holding back and think that we must be inundated with visitors. This couldn't be further from the truth.

I want to thank you all for reading this blog and all the good wishes that you've left for him. He's still not ready to read them yet but we did look at all the pictures. He's just now realizing what a long journey this has been and it's still to much for him to absorb right now.

Monday, April 23, 2007

The party was great despite the rain and we all had a good time. Mark is waiting for pictures to remind him of the day. With his short term memory problems, he has a hard time remembering who was here.

Mark's doing well at rehab. He even remembers where we're going in the mornings. During the first few weeks he would ask me a half a dozen times where we were going. Now he even remembers where to go when he gets in the door. He's even remembering his therapists names at times.

I think he's getting used to all his medications too. He's not nearly as sleepy as he was although he goes to bed between 8 and 9 at night. And we must have complete silence, thanks I'm sure to the hospitals inability to control the night noises - usually their voices yelling to each other up and down the halls.

Mark's taste buds seem to be recovering too. He's vigilant about his weight and weighs himself every day and keeps a log.

If anyone has digital pictures of the party, please email them to me. castellano@proofmark.com

Thanks!

Sunday, April 15, 2007

The Party's Still ON

We're moving the party inside! If you haven't been here before, my entrance is in the rear of the big house. When you enter either one of the driveways, part out front on the circle. Walk down the driveway that goes down the left side of the house. When you get to the back of the house, make a left on the small driveway that goes along the back of the house. The first door, with the black wrought iron railing and gate is my entrance. See you later.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Party Reminder

Hey all you party poopers out there! Let's make this a really big one.

If you're not:

Scott & Leslie - Mark's stepson and his lovely wife
Dick Seymour - Mark's dad
Pam Bennett - my wonderful neighbor
Phil Kelly - Mark's good friend
Elena Costello - my other wonderful neighbor
Dave Kitterman - an old childhood friend of Mark's
Doug & Vickie Coe - Mark's cowboy friend and his lovely wife
Tracy Beam - my terrific friend
Linda & Woody O'Neill - don't even know where to begin...
Derrick - one of Mark's friends who got him to the ER
Mistie & Meg - my young and really fun friends
Bev & Rich Moyer - Mark's cousin and her husband (a life saver indeed)
Ron Kauffman - the wonderful husband of one of my best friends who can't attend

...if you're not one of the above, please try to make it. Remember, my email is castellano@proofmark.com or call me at 610.716.1791 and leave me a message.

Please bring your digital cameras, email me the pix and I will post on the blog asap after the party.

See you on Sunday!!!

Monday, April 02, 2007

BIRTHDAY PARTY


We will be having a birthday cake for Mark at 2pm, Sunday, April 15. It'll just be cake and lemonade but we hope you all can make it. My daughter Maureen, a pastry cook at the Rittenhouse Hotel, will be making a custom made cake for the event. Please bring a lawn chair or blanket.

Please email me @ castellano@proofmark.com to let me know you'll be coming. We don't want to run out of cake!

the address:
Red Leaf Manor and Cottage (there is a sign at the street)
514 E Lancaster Ave. (the party will be in the rear yard)
Wynnewood PA 19096

house phone (no voice mail) 610-896-6789
my cell phone 610-716-1791

We're right on Route 30, about 1.1 miles west of City Ave. If you're coming down the Blue Route, take the Route 30 exit and go east on Route 30. It's probably a little over five miles from the exit.
Hope to see you then.

Afternoon

I know some of you get many phone calls from Mark. It seems when he feels he is very clear headed he likes to make phone calls. If his misses you and you call him back, he doesn't always feel like chatting. Please don't feel slighted. If he does talk to you and seems confused, please gently correct him. He knows he's confused and appreciates the help.

Afternoon

Mark has decided that writing on the blog gives him a headache and is just too difficult at this time. We've even tried simple crossword puzzles and he complains about pain in his head then too.

Mark continues to make progress at rehab. His arm, hand and finger strength and agility have gotten good enough for him to soon graduate occupational therapy. He annoys the therapists when he asks what occupation they are grooming him for with their pinch tests and the tedious process of putting pegs in holes and taking them out again within a set amount of time. He could probably be CEO of that company by now.

I think his speech therapist is ready to graduate him too. He was given a list of sentences from which to write a story. He chose "The mailman rang the doorbell with a package that needed additional postage. I went into the other room to get my purse and...” Don't we ALL think that this is the beginning of a lewd x rated story? And who's surprised that Mark did and actually typed (on the computer no less) an entire story worthy of Playboy? When his therapist asked him to read it aloud to her (she had no idea at this time) he chose not to (maybe a little remorsefully) so, without knowing what she was getting into, she read it aloud to him. Now, I wasn't there for this event, but I sat in his therapy session the next day and she had a few questions for him. After Mark and I discussed this event, he decided an apology was in order and did so the following day.

I took Mark to the cowboy shoot on Sunday morning. We had a nice ride to quaint Quinton NJ, had lunch, saw some of the other cowboys and went home.

Today we went to the store to buy an eye patch but they didn't have any. We'll have to purchase one online. He did however buy a talking watch. I don't think I'll ever go three minutes without knowing the time.

While we were in center city today we stopped by the sixth floor of Jefferson Hospital for Neuroscience and visited the nurses. I'd never before seen some of them soften their stern look and one of the nurses actually got tears in her eyes. They said this is one of those days that they work for. When we got off the elevator and stopped at the family waiting room, I told Mark that was where I spent most of those horrible eight weeks and told him there was a roomful of people going through the same thing. He told them all to hang in there, that he walked back into the hospital on his own just a few months later. I've never seen so many people smile in unison like I did then. I remember being there one day when a woman and her husband (in a wheel chair) came into the room. He was back for a doctor’s appointment. He had had a similar brain bleed to Mark's. I thought at the time that they were very lucky people, and it gave me hope for Mark. I hope Mark's words helped those people today.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Soupcon




Sorry for the incomplete pun, but ths Gates machine doesn't have the ease of typing foreign letters the way the Mac does. Suffice it to say that the title should be "soup's on".

In case you can't read the apron, it's "Don't mke me poison your food", which someone though summed up my cooking style better than Chris', though it fit her better.

Let's just say that eating chez Seymour can be exciting, if not dangerous.

This typing with one eye is challenging. I'll be happy when they merge again. Soon; the do says. Something to do with the mini-stroke of last weekend, I'm told. Other that that, I'm doing just fine, thank you very much. As soon as I have an orgasm, and my vision stops being doubled , I'll be back to what passes for normal with me.

I'll keep you posted.

Until then, let's hope the chili turns out well.

Rico