My mom (surprising to all of us) was moved to the Rehab floor today since she's progressing well with her eating/swallowing---building up her strength. Plus she's gaining usage of her right hand again, and her speech is much better. Still hasn't stood up and has lots of therapy ahead of her to the tune of 3 hours/morning, starting tomorrow. Our visits will have to be more brief and no overnights. A blessing to Gary and my oldest brother, I know. They both work during the day and to leave for work from the hospital after a sleepless night is pretty difficult. But, they've been willing. I'm thankful for that.
The blockage is still in her left carotid artery, 100%, but the decision is to build her up rather than interfere. Not sure how I feel about that, but with her age a factor, plus the high blood pressure---I have to trust what the neurologist and surgeon decided. Gives me the feeling of walking around with a loaded gun with the safety off, but not much else to do. I did get a sense of Perspective this afternoon, while my mom's best friend was visiting. I walked down the hallway past the elevators to look out the window and with us being on the ninth floor, had a pretty good view. Trees. Lots of trees. Made me realize how huge God is, and that He'll have his way no matter, and I find that a comfort.
Tired. Emotionally as well as physically. Should be home more than away tomorrow. Wonderful. With the possible thought that she'll be discharged before Thanksgiving, my head spins. It's unlikely she'll be able to be alone all the time, so while I won't worry prematurely, I do wonder. Just not today.
