1/6/2017 9:30 PM
This has been quite a ride.
Today was another big one. A long week of what I’ll call physical abilities and strength tests has definitely yielded results. Mom is out of the ICU and has very nearly achieved commode-independence! (TMI? I just mean that if you help her to the bathroom, she can practically brush her teeth all by herself…)
So tonight, the lady rests comfortably in a room with no active monitors. No beeping or booping or screeching. No hourly responsiveness checks.
Tomorrow and Sunday, Mom will just be resting and preparing for rehabilitation. You know what our big plans are for tomorrow? Showering. Nora Roberts. (ARG!) She’s still on the 11th floor, but now she’s in 11 West, which is a TOTALLY different set of elevators. (Actually closer to the coffee, which is GREAT for me… I’m gonna need it for Nora-time.) I don’t know the room number but if you ask for her at the nurses’ station, they’ll point the way.
Monday she moves to VCU Health In-Patient Rehabilitation Program. She will probably be there for 6 – 8 weeks. The reality is she still has a long way to go but the good news is, the doctors have no doubt she’s going to make a full recovery.
Her vision will remain blurry and sometimes double for maybe another 1-2 months due the residual effects of the swelling of her brain. She will still struggle with a terrible, migraine-intense headache for another maybe 3 weeks. Her speech and thoughts will slowly settle down and finish coming together. Everything still feels really fuzzy to her, thoughts, the effort of basic functions… I say everything and I mean everything. But everything is THERE. She just has to start using it all again and it will come back.
And so phase 3 of our journey begins.
Meanwhile, back in Buffalo… soon to be 3 year old really misses me. And I miss him. (I have a husband too, but… he just needs to be able to go back to work.)
Mom and I had a nice long chat tonight. We laughed. We cried. We held hands and touched noses. We thanked God that even though we felt like we’d been through hell in the last few years, we could still be there for each other when it counted the most. It wasn’t even a question. “I’m so tired,” she said. “Me too!” I sighed. “Go get my grandson. He needs his mommy. Maybe he can come with you next time.”
Aye, aye, captain. I’m going to head home tomorrow night for a little bit. There’s still a long way to go down here and my batteries desperately need to recharge.
So. I know all you wild birds will take good care of her while I’m away – bring her treats and positive energy. I’ll probably annoy the F*** out of the nurses… I promised them tonight I would only call twice a day. They’ll call me if something comes up in between. I’ll call mom and talk to mom. I’ll still make posts. (I still have notes of all these super funny things she said while drugged to share with you…)
Mom and I will never be able to say thank you enough for all for your prayers and love and support.
But you’re not off the hook yet: keep it up. It’s clearly working.
We SO got this.
xoxoxo
Megan
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