My husband Hugh, night #9, still in critical condition..good news though!

Let's start with the good stuff. Dr. Levin (Hugh's pulmonary doc) said IF Hugh's "numbers" keep doing good, they will start to wean Hugh off the the breathing machine, verrrrrrrrrry slowly to see if he can breath a little on his own and will start tomorrow!

His pneumonia is still full force, but they have a hold on it. His temperature is down to 100.1 or so and he is responding more to my voice. He still has not followed any commands though.

Found out yet about another broken bone, in his lower left leg, fibula something or other. At this point, I am asking "what the h#ll is not broken".

I was surrounded by love today at the hospital, and have one of my angels (Kim) with me tonight to sleep over. How comforting is that!

 Be sure to see my story here on the Gazette as well.

Sweetheart Hugh,
Today you heard my voice and reacted to it. I know you were trying to say something. I was trying to comfort you to tell you that you were being taken care of and when I said that Melissa, Greg, Andrea, My friends, Mom and Papa were looking after me, you started shaking your head up and down like you were happy to hear that. 

I asked you if you wanted to know what happened to you and you shook your head yes. I told you you were in an accident last week and had lots of broken bones, and that your lungs were weak and that is why you can't talk. When I started to tell you about your motorcycle, you opened your eyes and looked at me. I lost it. I had to compose myself and tell you your bike was OK and you kept looking at me like you were relieved. I hope you will forgive me for telling you this, because at the time I couldn't tell you that your bike is not OK. One of my "angels" Kim, who you have never met is with me tonight and staying with me so I am not alone. I let Sam spend the night with Kenna to give her a break. Honey, I miss you so much. I told you this and I felt you hear me. Here I go again, welling up, and crying as I write this. Goodnight sweetheart, I love you, I miss you, I need you, and I want you home so badly.

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My husband Hugh, night #8, still in critical condition.

Short post, I'm overly exhausted tonight, only ate a bowl of soup today and a protein drink this morning so I'm wiped out.

Hugh now has pneumonia. I was expecting this with the amount of fluids in his lungs. We also found out his left knee has a femoral head fracture, soft tissue damage and torn ligaments. At this point we are wondering what is NOT broken?

The pulmonary doctor put Hugh back on the Versed (the heavy "amnesia" sedation medicine) and I am very happy about that. I think because of his lungs and how much Hugh was anxious yesterday, is why.

His fever is still running. 103 was the highest today, that's even with the ice/cold water blanket thingy ice packs, Tylenol etc. However, was done to 101 when I left. The fever could be from the pneumonia? Who knows. The cultures should be back tomorrow of his blood.

They also removed his central line in his chest and put a pick-line in. That procedure went smoothly.


Hugh, I had a rough day, just very high strung, very nervous, and hyped up. I am going to call the my doctor in the morning for something to calm my nerves. I promise sweety, I am taking care of myself. Mom, Papa, Melissa, Andrea and all my other angels are making sure of this. You know how I get, I get hyper and over emotional. But you know what? People are telling me differently. They are telling me how strong I am. You probably would get mad at me several times, and cross your arms like you do, and give me that look I hate. Funny enough, I miss that look I hate. You  know the look you give me, that stern, "Shelley" look. Sweetheart, you were so peaceful today and tonight. That made me feel so at ease because I know you were "resting".
I love you, I need you, I want you home. I am scared still and my throat is welling up, you know that knot thing inside, but for some reason tears aren't coming out. I wonder if you run out of tears? Sometimes I can't cry, and not sure why. Like today, I welled up, but then couldn't cry. Goodnight sweetheart, I pray tonight you rest comfortably. I miss you terribly xoxoxoxox

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My husband Hugh, Monday night #7, still in critical condition.

This morning was filled with phone calls from the insurance office, to the disability office to the accident investigator detective with the LBPD. Well, I'm pissed. I have an "accident collision" report that is useless. It's been one week since the accident and NOTHING is being done. Allstate tells me not to worry. w.t.f.ever... really? NO ONE HAS BEEN OUT TO EVEN LOOK AT THE MOTORCYCLE and it's going on 8 days.

So here I sit, my husband completely broken from shoulder to toe on a breathing machine and I'm not to worry about things. I'm screaming on the inside and broken down so terribly right now.

Hugh had an MRI on his left leg to see how severe that knee is broken. His right foot has some horrible sores that freaked me out. He was so badly burned (we think from the exhaust pipe) on his right leg so I assumed these were burns we were looking. They don't know what they are. A "wound nurse" is being called in tomorrow to assess it.

After his MRI, he became very agitated and stressed, he tries to open his eyes, and grimace. Nurses are unsure if it's pain or stimulus (like my voice) he is reacting to. Seeing him like this is extremely upsetting to me, because I don't know if he understands what his happening to him, or the fact he may just be in extreme pain. He still won't do "commands" when the nurses asks him to wiggle his toes, or squeeze their hand, or hold 2 fingers up etc.

They also decided to remove his "central line" and place a pick line instead. They think perhaps he has infection from the central line and when this is done (tomorrow, Tuesday), they will culture it to see if it's infected because he is still running a high fever.

I left there at 9:15 in tears once again dreading the thought of coming home alone. Thank God my Mom has been driving me home so I am not alone on the drive. Not that I can't do it, it's just so lonely. Now, Samantha is sick and throwing up. I think she is stressed, in combination with not eating right. Memphis our doggy, also threw up this morning, and appears very depressed. Why is this  happening? I am so distraught.

Dear Hugh,
I miss you so terribly sweetheart. Tonight was the hardest night leaving you. Each night it gets harder and harder leaving you. You were so stressed and I know you were trying to tell me something. I could feel it. I am so frustrated not knowing what to do for you. I feel so helpless honey, I want to just curl up beside you and hold you, and tell you that everything is ok. I can't do it, I try to reach in through all the damned tubes and wires just to try to comfort you as best as I can. Hugh, are you hearing me.. please Hugh I want you so badly. I miss you so much, I am in agony and so heartbroken as I write this and crying right now so badly..Honey, please get better.. I need you so much. Love you so much, Shelley

My husband Hugh, night #6, still in critical condition.

I had a terrible night last night, and didn't sleep well at all. I was my worse today then I have been since the first day of the accident. It was a rough emotional day. I think because I was so uplifted yesterday around all my friends at the benefit yard sale most part of the day, then face "reality" today. I dunno....this morning I couldn't stop crying, and even Samantha came out to console me (I say that because Samantha is not too much an emotional person). My Mom picked me up and stayed with me all day, bought me lunch away from the hospital, which I needed which was a nice break.

Hugh is completely off the Versed, which is the "amnesia" medicine the nurses call it. He is pretty "snowed" just being on the Fentanyl alone (which is 100 times more stronger then morphine). They want him to show some "commands" like open his yes, show 2 fingers, wiggle his toes, etc. He has yet to do this.

HIGHLIGHTS: His fever is FINALLY reducing to 99.8/99.9 and that is after being on the cold water blanket thingy, tylenol, ice bags etc., for 2 days. His lungs are improving!! Meaning they are getting more gunk up and out.

Tomorrow is another day. My Mom has been an incredible support for me (as well as my angels) and I just can't bare the thought knowing she'll have to return to work eventually and leave me alone. She is my rock.

My Sweet Hugh. Today, the nurse told me I was not to "rouse" you only because your heart rate was going up dangerously high when you would be try to woken up/roused up etc. That was so hard for me not to do this. Sweetheart, I miss you so much. The minute I come home from the hospital, I am straight on my computer because I can't bare the thought of laying in that bed alone. The benedryl is helping me fall asleep faster, I've been taking 2 as you know, 1 kicks my butt. So 2 really kick my butt. Oh sweetheart, please please please get better. I keep telling myself I can't do this another day. Somehow I do though, and that is only because of my Mom, my angels, friends, Sam and Papa.
I took your robe and put it in Memphis' bed because he is depressed. I think hopefully this will comfort him. I love you so much darling. I miss you so much. I need you so much. Please hurry and get better. 

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My husband Hugh, night #5, still in critical condition.

My Angels raised around $1200 from donations and sales at the yard sale today to help with my expenses. I keep saying the words "thank you" just don't seem enough. I think and hope now they know how grateful and in debt to them forever. I have the best friends a girl could ever have. I live in the most generous community anyone could ever live in. I have the most loving family anyone could ever want. I am just so very blessed and grateful for everyone.

Hugh remains in critical condition on this Saturday night, going on his 6th night into the hospital. Today, his fever rose, and the only way they are controlling it is with cold blanket thing that has water running in it, ice bags on his head and under his arms. They are still concerned with his lungs so full of fluid.

I am upset they are taking off his "amnesia" medicine, and reducing his pain medicine down a level. This is because they are trying to get him conscious now, to respond to "commands". My prayer tonight is he does these commands (like open his eyes, hold 2 fingers up, wiggle your toes), because if he does not, they are ordering a CT scan of his head tomorrow to rule out brain trauma/damage.

I stayed late until 10:00 pm or so, to see if I can help rouse him with my voice. He seems to respond to my voice (slightly) by wincing his eyes, or raising his eyebrows, like he was trying.

Samantha is having a hard time. She goes into the room to seem him, but within 20 seconds she is crying and it's too traumatic for her. I am not going to force her to go in there until she's more ready. It's just too hard for her.

My Mom drove me home tonight, which is a blessing because I can't tolerate the drive home alone from the hospital going home to no Hugh. I stay up as late as possible because I dread facing the bed alone. I am going to sleep on the sofa tonight in one of his tshirts for comfort. However, the sofa hurts my back. So I don't know.

Hugh, my darling, I know someday you will be reading this. I miss you terribly. I am so lonely and afraid. I am so scared right now. Hugh, tonight I told Melissa, while she was eating Panda Express, that I told her, that was our Saturday night dinner you and I always had. Tomorrow morning will be hard for me darling. Sunday morning is our brunch out morning, instead, I will be up at the hospital with you my sweetheart. Hugh, I love you. I want you home. I don't know how much longer I can take this without you home. It's killing me.

My husband Hugh, night #4, still in critical condition.

I am so lonely. Even though I have my Mom by my side, along with all my Angels, I come home to no Hugh. I keep thinking each night I come home will get easier, but it's not. I have to sleep with the nightlight on. I reach over to comfort him on his side of the bed, and it's just empty, like I am.

Anyhow I slept for about 5/6 hours. Benedryl helps me sleep. I had put off so much of my eBay business I had to stay home this morning to tie up loose ends. I didn't get to the hospital until after noon sometime. I was in a panic all morning long, feeling the urgency to be at the hospital "just in case".

Hugh had a good night. He is now being fed through a tube, so the nutrition now will help him heal. In additional to his massive bone breaks, they discovered his left knee is broken as well. On his right leg are massive burns/blisters and I am assuming from where the exhaust of the motorcycle must have been on his leg.

The pulmonary doctor is worried about the amount of fluid in his lungs, so they are keeping a watchful eye on this. He has a temperature not responding to Tylenol, so they are doing ice bags on his body. His color looks good, but he looks yellowish to me. I told the nurse, but they didn't seem to concerned.

They had lifted the "amnesia/sedative" medicine all last night and through the night. I wasn't too happy about this. Thankfully the pulmonary doctor put Hugh back on it. He is on high doses (100 times stronger them Morphine) of pain meds, along with this amnesia medicine so he is "snowed" as the nurse calls it.

I read him all his emails he received at the hospital. I don't know if he can hear me, I don't care. In fact, I am bringing one of his books to start reading to him.

I learned to day 9 people have been to donate blood in his name. I came home to many donations that was sent to me. I came to hundreds of messages in email, on Twitter, Facebook, thoughts, prayers, well wishes etc.

My Angels are organizing a benefit yard sale on Saturday, June, 26 at 5112 E. Killdee Street, Long Beach for Hugh and my family. My friend Bill at LBReport http://www.lbreport.com/news/jun10/hugh2.htm wrote up about it.

I thank you all for your continued love, support, prayers and thoughts. 

My Thought for the Day.. Hugh #4

My ANGELS are holding a Yard Sale tomorrow June 26 at 5112 Killdee Street, Long Beach, CA to benefit my sweet hubby and myself. Please spread the word.


Don't Tell Me...
Don't tell me that you understand, don't tell me that you know,
Don't tell me that I will survive, how I will surely grow.
Don't tell me this is just a test, that I am truly blessed,
That I am chosen for this task, apart from all the rest.
Don't come at me with answers that can only come from me,
Don't tell me how my grief will pass, that I will soon be free.
Don't stand in pious judgment of the bonds I must untie,
Don't tell me how to suffer, don't tell me how to cry.
My life is filled with selfishness, my pain is all I see,
But I need you, I need your love, unconditionally.
Accept me in my ups and downs, I need someone to share,
Just hold my hand and let me cry, and say,
"My friend, I really do care."
Author Unknown

My husband Hugh, night #3, still in critical condition.

I will first start with an update on my sweet darling Hugh. We made it through another day. They placed a "filter" inside him to prevent any blood clots traveling to the lungs and causing a pulmonary embolism. They also inserted a feeding tube to start nutrition. He is still holding his own, and stabilizing. The doctors seem happy with his progress (except for his lungs) holding too much fluid, which they are focusing on now. Everything else is just now wait and see. He will have more surgery next week if he is stable enough.

I stayed all day with him until 9:30 this evening. Driving home, I lost it, and sobbed the whole way home knowing I had to face an empty house without him and my bed. I am making my daughter sleep with me for comfort. This seems to be the hardest for me, the end of the day, knowing I have to come home and my darling Hugh not there. I can't stop crying. I go up and down. I am ok one minute, then 10 minutes later, I am crying. I can't help it and don't understand it really. I am scared and my mind keeps reeling with thoughts over and over again of the accident. I play it out in my mind over and over again of "how it happened".

My Angels were with me again today. That is what I call them. They know who they are. My Angels have banned together, cooked, bought and bought food, bought me a cell phone, organized a yard sale for my benefit to help me with my bills, made phone calls for me, filled out paperwork when I could not, organized blood to be donated, and most of all, given me the love, prayers, support and comfort I need most. 

Thank you all for your support.

Hugh, I love you my sweetheart with all my heart and I miss you so much. I want you home. I can't face this emptiness.
 

People are asking to help, I am requesting prayers. If you are so inclined, you can donate to his help out with medical bills through Paypal here:

My husband Hugh, night #2, critical condition.

My husband goes from unstable to stable to unstable to stable critical condition, back and forth. His blood pressure was running too low, along with high heart rate. They needed to get his bp up, and his heart rate down. They successfully did this with lots and lots of fluids. He is so swelled up you can't recognize him. He continues to receive blood transfusions and the doctors say he is still "seeping". Whatever that means. They re-xrayed his pelvis and no more internal bleeding, thank God.

Today, 2 days after the accident, the trauma doctor okayed the orthopedic doctor his surgery to fix what needs to be fixed. Dr. Zinar (the orthopedic doctor) told me they would go in and do as much as possible but because of Hugh's unstable condition, they need to be careful of his lungs. To repair his pelvis they have to flip him over and they can't do this because his lungs aren't strong enough and he has a contusion too. So, they ended up
1. put his shoulder back into place
2. put pins in his upper arm bone (humerus)that was broken.
3. put a plate and pins in his pelvis (his pelvis was broken in 2) and a "temporary" pin at the back of his pelvis until they do part 2 of the surgery when Hugh is more stable (hopefully next week).
4. put pins/bar in his right femur that was broke in 2.

He is back in his CCU room, and about 3 hours after surgery, his heartrate went up dangerously high (over 200) and Hugh's trauma nurse put in a call to a the cardiologist. In addition to this, his right foot is turning blue and swelling, and his left knee now is swelling. As I left Hugh to come home, the xray techs were in taking xrays of this.As for the cardiologist, I won't know anything until I head back in the early morning.

As I left the hospital, I'm in a dream state. I keep thinking I am going to wake up and was only a bad dream. Unfortunately, this "bad dream" is an actual living nightmare. If it wasn't for "my angels" at my side, my sweet Mom, Dad, Andrea, Melissa, Kim, my daughter and her boyfriend, I couldn't have done this without them. They are the reason I am holding it together.

People have been pouring into Long Beach Memorial, donating blood in Hugh's name. I am ever so grateful to each and everyone of you for this.

I wish I could thank each of you individual for the prayers, wishes and thoughts.

I will continue to update my blog when I can. It helps me actually "deal" with some things. Sounds weird, but it just does.

I have received numerous emails (too many to count) and wish I could respond to each one individually.

All I know, is 1. I am not blaming God for this. 2. I have accepted this is going to be a life changing event for us. 3. I will take this one day at a time and not think about tomorrow.

My life has forever changed since June 21 and will never be the same.

I have so many people to thank, it's so hard. Please don't be offended for me forgetting. I'm not with it. I am so grateful for everyone who has or tried to donated blood in his name at the hospital. 

People are asking how to help. I need prayers and if you are so inclined to help,  there is a PayPal donation here:

My husband Hugh, night #1, critical condition.

Hi Everyone. I am blown away by the love, support, thoughts, prayers and
well wishes from everyone. I wish I could take the time to personally
thank each and everyone of you. Please know your support means so much to me right now. I have never in my life experienced trauma before, and it's all you that makes this easier for me. So, while I am balling my eyes out overwhelmed with emotion, thank you from the bottom of my heart.

It's going to be a long haul and knowing I have the love and support of you all will get me through this. My very close friends have been by my side as well as my Mom and Dad. As for visitors, he cannot have them, it's restricted to immediate family only.

Hugh is still in ccu, and in critical condition. They are giving him very high does of fluids to help stabilize his blood to "even it out" in layman's terms. His first (of many) surgeries is tentatively scheduled for in the morning (Wednesday). This will be on his pelvis to stabilize it some. His pelvic fracture is a life threatening injury so they will focus on this first IF he is strong enough and his body is showing less "shock/trauma".
This is all I have to report. I just thank you all for your love, prayers and thoughts.

Please Pray For My Husband

Today my husband Hugh was hit on his motorcycle and is in unstable critical condition. I am home as I write this to answer emails, and get my things together to go back to hospital to be by his side.

He is currently receiving blood transfusions. He has a complete broken pelvis in two that is a life threatening injury. His other injuries are broken femur, broken ribs, broken lower back, broken shoulder, contusions to his kidney and lungs.

Please pray for his recovery and my strength during this time.

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LAGUNA BEACH – Though he'd probably be riding his motorcycle anyway this summer, Dave Rusk has turned his hobby into a mission – to help kids with cancer.
The Laguna Beach County Water District employee and Lake Elsinore resident is gearing up for his second Ride for Wishes benefiting the Make-A-Wish Foundation. Rusk, whose nephew, Dylan, is in remission from leukemia, will ride his motorcycle from Orange County to New York, stopping in as many Wish houses along the way as possible. The roughly 2,700-mile ride will be tough, 47-year-old Rusk admits, but he hopes it will draw attention to Make-A-Wish's good work.

Dave Rusk sits on his motorcycle with nephew Dylan before last year's Ride for Wishes from Orange County to Alaska.

MIGUEL VASCONCELLOS, THE ORANGE COUNTY REGISTER

"The challenge I face is like a drop of water in the ocean compared to the challenges these kids face," he said.
In 2007, while Dylan battled cancer, the foundation granted his wish to be a sheriff's deputy for a day. The experience cheered the boy, then 7, while the harsh drugs did their work to eradicate the disease.
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Dylan's father, Rusk's brother, would later die from leukemia himself. The first Ride for Wishes was born from the Rusk brothers' dream to ride to Alaska together one day. Dave Rusk completed that trip alone last summer, asking for donations to grant more children's wishes. He raised more than $7,000.
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This year's ride will begin July 3. Follow Rusk's progress online at rideforwishes.blogspot.com.

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