By Stephanie Mensh. Watching the progress of Rep. Gabrielle Giffords brings back memories. My husband Paul Berger was a few years younger than Giffords when he had a massive stroke from a ruptured, bleeding aneurysm on the left side of his brain, leaving him severely disabled.
I still vividly remember cheering for every small sign of recovery, like his giving a thumbs up when the doctor asked how he felt and the day he first sat in a chair.
Paul’s brain surgery was performed in a downtown hospital. This was 25 years ago. He was in intensive care, then in a neurosurgery room for almost a month before being transferred to the rehabilitation floor of the hospital for two months of intensive physical, occupational and speech therapy. During that time, many of his co-workers and friends visited often during lunch or right after work, since the hospital was in a central location and near a subway stop. I would come in most mornings before work, then later in the day on my way home.
When Paul’s rehab benefits ran out, we had a big decision to make. We clearly wanted to continue a full schedule of rehab. Fortunately his parents were able to help with the cost. Our choices were: stay as an inpatient in the downtown hospital, go to another inpatient rehab hospital in the suburbs or out-of-town, or live at home and have outpatient rehab. I did all the leg work on this, with the idea that I would take Paul to see the final choices.
I was trying to figure how much rehab we could afford, and if one more month of inpatient rehab would be the “cure,” since I was both inexperienced with the recovery process, and too young to believe that it would take more than a few weeks to heal. When I met with Paul’s rehab team, they told me to expect many more months of rehab, and even so, that we needed to learn how to live with Paul’s disabilities now. This helped clarify the need to bring Paul home and arrange outpatient rehab, which was the best use of our money, not to mention the fact that Paul himself was tired of being away from home.
Looking back, I believe that a vital part of Paul’s rehab and recovery was the easy access for his co-workers and friends during his inpatient time, and the ability to visit familiar places once he came home. His link to the community remained unbroken.
Therefore, I am a little concerned about Rep. Giffords’ family moving her to Houston for rehab. Even though it may be a world-class center, it’s missing a very key element: the co-workers, neighbors, friends, and Tucson community who will do anything to help. Did you see the little boy who donated $2.47 because he thought she might need it? Certainly Tucson has very capable rehab professionals, not to mention a leading center for speech-language pathology.
The decision is difficult, complicated by Rep. Giffords’ lifestyle, living in three cities: Tucson, Washington, DC, and Houston. Her husband’s job and support system is in Houston, and as one caregiver to another, I certainly recognize his need to have his people around him and return to his routine (if being an astronaut is “routine” in any way).
To promote Rep. Giffords’ return to independence and to keep her links to her home town and her DC life, I believe that regular trips to Tucson and to DC should be part of her rehab plan.
I have learned that you make the best decision you can at the time, keep your sights on the future, and don’t look back.