The physical therapist came in after breakfast and told him that they were going for a walk. [a joke, obviously.] Ammon was stoked! All night he kept asking if he could get up and go for a walk, or just stand up and move around, anything to get out of that bed. So after some adjusting and prepping they got him rolled over to one side and we all watched in silence as he slowly propped himself up, groaning and moaning but determined to swing his legs off that bed. Which he successfully did. He caught his breath and threw his hands up onto the walker, and within about 30 seconds of sitting on the edge of the bed he suddenly, but slowly, started to use his arm strength to pull himself up.
Instant tears. Everyone just stopped, and for about 25 seconds there he stood, strong as an ox.
But try as he might, his heart is much stronger than the rest of his body, so he sat down. He will have to wait a little longer before he takes that first step.
BUT HE STOOD UP!
24 hours after his first major surgery, he was so adament about moving himself and he did it.
I can't even describe the feeling and the emotions that were flowing throughout the room. There was only six of us in there but in that moment of him standing up, it was as if there were a handful of people pushing him from behind to get off that bed. His angels.
They have been in that room since he entered it, at certain points in the night last night I could feel people walking around in the room, feel the rush of someone walk by me or hear something next to the bed, but the nurse was no where to be seen. He is truly blessed and has so many people watching over him, it is an amazing feeling.
So after 15 seconds of standing he was drained of all energy and laid back down. A few hours later, they decided to insert a PICC line into him so that it would be easier to receive medication and antibiotics. The IV's that were previously in his arms were really irritating, and he is young and healthy, so the doctors thought he would benefit from having it. That took about an hour, and then he got some quiet time to himself.
The nurses washed him up and changed his bedding, got him rolled on his side, and put him to sleep. I'm sitting in the waiting room, waiting. For what, I'm not sure. As far as we know he is fine, still fighting like a champ, and just prepping his body for the next surgery in the AM.
One day and one step at a time.
Again, please take a look at the fundraiser for Ammon set up by Teri Iverson, I'll post the link to the side of our blog as well. ...if you'd like to support Ammon and add a link to your blog or site, please send me an e-mail and I will get you an official button!! [kpuriri[at]gmail[dot]com].
You are all amazing, Ammon is strong because of each and everyone of you!
- Karamea
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