The fat lady has sung and yours truly has done the impossible. 55+hours of lecture is complete. Lucky for me my brain is amazing. Glenn Doman, Institute founder, said "The brain is the only container that has this characteristic: The more you put into it the more it will hold." If there is only one thing that I've learned this week it is that the human noodle is frighteningly amazing. The human brain has, by conservative estimates, a trillion cells. Now while that might not be a big number if you're the leader of the free world, to me, a railroader from Utah, it's HUGE. Now Charlie's brain has been profoundly damaged but in no way has his entire brain been hurt. Since he got sick I've been obsessed with how many brain cells he has lost, how hurt his thinker is. I've never realized how much good brain he has left. Call me a pessimist, -Guilty. I blame Gammy, my grandmother. I grew up watching every BYU game with her and no matter who the Y was playing we were sure to get beat by 50. She kept this pessimism until the Cougs were up by 30 and only then would her faulty elimination clear up. Her condition was almost Pavlovian, Cougs get scored on she'd head to the lou.
Charlie has millions- even billions of healthy brain cells left and now begins an almost impossible journey of catering to those healthy bits. The places in Char's head that have been hurt are sadly dead. They are not coming back. The miracle of the brain is that the other parts are very willing to pick up the slack, we just have to tell/show them how. That makes it sound easy, it won't be. However, we have seen this week with our own eyes living evidence that it can happen. Some have said that we are crazy for coming here; "They'll just give you false hope and take your money with no guarantees." The thing that I've discovered from other parents here is that we don't want or need guarantees, we just want to be given a fighting chance.
What we are about to embark on is going to be monumental. We are going to attempt to heal the brain of our hurt little boy and for this we just might be crazy. We are going to try to get Charlie to see better, hear well, feel pain and pleasure, crawl and maybe someday walk, communicate, use his hands and even read. I know that our doc's and therapist, who we love dearly, are going to think we are crazy. But if they are honest with you, even they will tell you Char isn't progressing. So for us it would be foolish to continue doing the same things we've been doing and expect different results. This is our biggest motivation for wanting to try something different. I'm not saying that we are going to bag all of Char's other therapies, we're not. We simply want to do more, differently. We look at this as a change in direction. For the last 16 months we've been treating the symptoms of this brain injury by focusing on stiff joints, weak muscles and foul mood. This program is designed to treat the injury itself, the brain.
What sucks for all of you is that we're going to need your help. Since Charlie got sick so many of you have been there for us; sacrificing time, effort, $ all to help our boy. Now I'm asking you again. We need your help. This program takes bodies and time. What I don't want is our plea for help to make us a social pariah. If you don't want to help or aren't able, that's totally fine. But we don't want you to avoid us or Charlie because your worried we will bug you for help. We won't. When we get home, my sweet bride will get the schedule set up and the program outlined and we will let you all know about it.