In Mount Sinai Waiting Room
Today, I sit in the waiting room of Mount Sinai Hospital, NYC glancing at the lighted board reminiscent of airport Departure times. This surgery is for getting Yuri’s voice back.
A Rescue Bird’s Tail For Telling
Coming to someone’s rescue comes naturally to me. When Yuri, finally awake from his long springtime nap, wanted to get out of the hospital so desperately despite having atrophied muscles and a body attached to a roomful of machines and linked in tubes, I conspired along with him to enable his escape.
A Coming of Age Story
This medical ordeal aged us– physically, mentally, and emotionally. To find our way out of this Wilderness, we go to our favorite place for peace and solace and take a dip in the cold, clear water.
9/11 Remembered: I’ll Be Missing Your Love
A beautiful day– clear, blue skies. We remember 9/11 vividly despite being hundreds of miles and worlds away from one another’s sympathies.
Caregiving Is Not Free
It’s been the most unsettling time as I fell into the rabbit hole of primary caregiver during an intensive, and in those early weeks, an extremely dire situation that lasted for what seemed like an eternity
There’s a Risk In the Care Continuum
Living on a cul-de-sac tucked away in Sligo Creek Park, it wasn’t unusual to hear a loud dry crack and a crash.
Heart of Gold
Yuri’s brain (as chairman of the board), encouraging the rest of his players to heal synergistically with Western medicine and non-traditional therapies.
Summer Days Debriefing
I watch what Yuri accomplishes every day– the longer walks, taking the outside front steps, walking down the uneven riser steps to the lower level. These are challenges he was unable to do just a week ago.
Free At Last
I want to do my best for Yuri. He is, after all, the man in charge of his come back. That’s what Home Care Team kept saying about the vast improvements and recovery in one month of being home.
Tube B or Not Tube B or the Tube & I
by Yuri Turchyn Coming home from Rehab felt like a triumph. The first two weeks were tough physically and mentally. Emotionally, it was heaven. It’s the Quiet that makes me content.
It’s a Summer Breeze
It was a beautiful summer day, perennial flowers were still in bloom, her vegetable garden ached from neglect since only eight weeks earlier she was diagnosed with an advanced brain tumor, a glioblastoma multiforma.
The Unexpected Present
While we were lucky not to get sucked into the hospital “system,” we had to wrangle our way to make sure we have Home Care, an indispensable necessity for Yuri’s proper recovery and my sanity.
