On Wednesday, January 27th I got in my car and made the 40 minute drive to Ben Taub Hospital here in Houston. It has been over 2 1/2 years since Ben was hospitalized in the neurosurgical intensive care unit at Ben Taub. I drove the familiar route and parked in the familiar parking garage, taking care to remember the floor my car was parked on. I have lost count how many times I had forgotten where my car was parked in this garage. Today, I was going to remember. As I walked toward the front door of the hospital, passing people from all walks of life, it didn't seem like years had gone by since Ben's injury. Ben Taub cares for the indigent of Harris County in Texas. And because of it's excellent trauma center, it not only cares for the indigent, it also cares for the wealthy and everything in-between. The medical and nursing staff at Ben Taub is dedicated, skilled, brilliant, and overworked. When Ben was in the intensive care unit, an ICU nurse told me about patients that had walked through the doors of that unit to thank the professionals who had cared for them years after their devastating injury. The hope in her voice led me to believe that this didn't happen nearly often enough. Today I was there to tell them about Ben.
The purpose of this blog is to show how faith, my professional training and a healthy sense of humor taught me and continues to teach me that Jesus Christ is always in control. I am a fellow learner as this journey for my child unfolds. My wish is that Ben's legacy gives others hope where there seems to be none. It is also my desire that the information I have assimilated with my medical mind and filtered through a mother's heart gives practical ways to deal with this ever-changing chronic disease. Finally, for the many friends and family members who continue to follow Ben's life change after the injury, the story continues.