September 17, 2019: intensive care
Ore 8.45: Ho dormito tutto vestito sul lettino in casa del marito di Lorella, anche lei degente alla Neuromed in stato semi vegetativo dopo intervento di asportazione di un grosso brain tumor.
Now I'm already here in front of the door intensive care, hoping to be able to come in and say good morning to my Dedo. Yesterday Giuseppina and I had just a few minutes to be able to see him inside the intensive care unit.
Freezing cold! Eugene he had big eyes, as never seen before, he was completely naked covered only by a sheet: yet he was boiling, he was very hot.
Then the head of the intensive care he explained to us that after a surgical operation, especially like this one, the sick have a horse fever, at least they have 40° and therefore they must be kept cool.
I'll be playing soon and I hope to find a pious soul who understands my need to be close to my beloved Dedone.
While I was coming here I felt the fresh early morning air caressing my skin, and I thought that now we had to stay in front of the house and say hello Eugene which went to school.
No. We are here.
I knocked the first time they didn't answer me, I knocked again at 9.20 a nurse told me that they would finish changing all the patients and then they would let me in.
The nurse has come out: she goes up to the ward!!!!
I'm in fibrillation! I want to tell the whole world. I'm so happy that I want to tell everyone. Street Whatsapp lo scrivo a tutti e tutti ne sono immensamente felici. Io con loro. Tutti fanno il tifo per te, love mio, core mio.
It's 10 o'clock and I'm waiting for him at the elevator on our third floor.
The sweetest and kindest wear it Yuliya Hrechan and Rossella Cimorelli, under the NCH III Department, where Eugene he is a guest.
The day is long, and slowly Eugene he wakes up and starts looking around.
It's still hot, hot, but that's normal. The succession of doctors and nurses is continuous, incessant, they don't leave us, they don't leave us alone or unmonitored for a minute.
I'd say it's almost nice to stay here. At this moment I say "better to stay here, in good hands, than I don't know where"
I understand that the temperature outside is also very hot, maybe it will be 30 degrees, but Eugene he paws and we even give him a fan for being too hot.
Siamo anche noi frastornati: è la prima volta che ci troviamo in un ospedale, con nostro son con la testa aperta da parte a parte; non sappiamo cosa fare, cosa dire, cosa dirgli, cosa fargli fare.
Non parla. Ogni tanto ci guardiamo negli occhi. Vorremmo riportarlo indietro, indietro nel tempo, alla sua vita normale.
Non è possibile.
We can only give him an object from his past, from his "normal" life: his smartphone.
He plays with it a little, leaves it a little and takes it back again: he too is pawing with his new hat on, from the top of which comes a small tube that purges the cerebral liquor and the access of blood due to the operation.
It will have to become completely white: it means that there is no more excess blood. And he won't have to come out anymore, a sign that the excessive pressure in the skull has been eradicated.
At 6 pm all her closest friends and friends from her class arrive: Nicola, Anna, Jennifer, Giada and Sofia
I confess it: the emotion is so much, so much, too much.
I would have preferred a classic Tuesday at home, work, family, basketball.
From the Ponsillo gym of Caiazzo (CE), the training ground of his beloved basketball, we receive signs of brotherhood and affection.
Eugene there is and there isn't. With people rummaging through your brain, I'd like to see!