Ethan had a good night last night. He did wake up wondering where I was and the nurse assured him I was sleeping on the window seat. The heater broke on the ventilator on Friday, so every 8-10 minutes it alarms. All day, all night. Ugh! This morning Ethan seemed down. He finally wrote on the white board and asked if he was on life support. I felt sad that he feels he is not getting better, when you can see a visible difference in his appearance day to day. I told him how sick he was and how far he has come. I assured him he was not on life support. He then wrote “should I be?”. I put myself at age 17 and remembered what my worries were at age 17. Life support was never even on the radar. I again assured him that he was not on life support nor would he be put on life support because he is getting better. After some time alone with his thoughts, he wanted the TV on. This I took as a sign that he was done processing his thoughts for now. There really is no handbook for how to ...
This is our family's story of Ethan's heart transplant journey