You Never Know

When our kids were little, Don and I used to celebrate our wedding anniversary after they were in bed by cooking steaks and baked potatoes (sans microwave) and having a late night picnic dinner on our living room floor at Aunt Blanches’ coffee table. Although I tried to plot a way for us to spend an hour or two alone this year, too, it kind of backfired when Mom ended up in the hospital with her second stroke in two months. So, instead of a picnic dinner in the park or a movie, we grabbed a quick lunch at Arby’s between our separate doctor appointments and visiting Mom in the hospital. I guess after thirty-seven years we’ve learned nothing if not how to be flexible.

Luckily, both strokes were light and left Mom with only minor changes. She has lost a little peripheral vision on the right side as well as some short term memory. Speech and swallowing have been slightly affected and there is weakness in her right hand, but the first two have improved noticeably and she works relentlessly at all three. Thankfully, Mom is still able to bear her own weight and take small steps (with assistance) and her mind is still quite sharp. We have Home Health therapists and nurses coming out our ears, but we have learned a lot from them.

These changes are emotional for all of us. Mom fluctuates between being scared, discouraged, thankful, and irritated and I think we all battle moments of claustrophobia because of how enmeshed our lives have become. Even those people or institutions meant to help us sometimes seem to have more control over our lives than we do, which can be disconcerting, to say the least.  But we just keep plugging along and thanking God for each other, family, friends, and time. After all, you just never know.

At the hospital we learned about a shower cap that washes your hair without any dripping.

This pen from Staples gives Mom the greatest control over her writing.

 

This place setting of silverware from "Good Fit" provides a knife that cuts meat by a "rocking" rather than sawing action and utensils that bend at the neck and have thick, rubber handles for greater control for arthritic hands.