We need to wake him up; he’s been under too long, they say. They prepare me for an ugly wake-up scene. He will be a different boy, they say. His breathing tubes are taken out and he coughs. “Good cough, Cebby,” I say. “Thank you,” he says. “Love you. My head hurts.” I see the head doctor from the corner of my eye throw up her arms in shock and say, “I’ll never believe another MRI again.”
A week later he has his second operation to fix the many fractures in his face and eye socket and put his skull back on. “Cebby can’t see,” he said to me one day.
There has been no crying or anger. There have been milestones fought and won. He is learning to navigate the world in the dark and is doing so with his typical humour and wisdom. There are many battles ahead to be fought but the one thing I know is Cebby will keep on punching.
Thank you to our wonderful community that has shown kindness and love. Special thanks to Mornington Peninsula Foundation, Bahas in Rye and Karen Catalucci Boxing for holding fundraisers; Jodie Hornsby for setting up the Go Fund Me page even when I said no; Cheryl Beattie from the Music Industry for writing a song about Cebby and giving the gift of a music scholarship; Jasmine Murray for checking in daily on our bird, Keats; the students at Dromana Secondary College who busked and baked to raise money for Ceb; my parents for looking after Early, our beloved kelpie; my brother for his love and support; our wonderful neighbours, Geoff and Linda, and my dear friend Tammy whose many visits to the hospital kept me nourished and sane.