It’s been a little over two weeks since Mom came to live with us. She was so incredibly weak when she arrived. What did they do to her in that hospital? She was better before she went in! How can “taking water off” her body leave her so emancipated? She looks like she has aged 10 years.
We have tried to settle into a routine, but life has been a little crazy. Home Health Care is coming for awhile to help with rehabilitation. There was one nurse who came for two and half hours just to ask questions. There was a physical therapist who came for about an hour and half and evaluated Mom’s legs — walking, balance, etc. The next day, an occupational therapist came to check on her arm strength and cognitive skills. Then the next week, actual therapy began.
Mom isn’t a happy camper about therapy. She rolls her eyes at me (kinda funny — is this payback time, Mom?). She thinks once she is back on the golf course, she will get strong. “Golfing will make me strong”. I think I may have to take her into the backyard myself and let her attempt to swing that club. I think she is a kinetic learner. Once she actually sees that she cannot golf, physical therapy may not seem so silly to her.
So in the last two weeks, I think we have had a total of seven different professionals here. Those who evaluate, those who actually train, and those who fill in for those who train when they go on vacation. What a zoo! And on top of all that, we had a big milestone birthday bash for my husband here — planned months ago. I felt sorry for Mom. So many people here and such a long evening for her. She did great, but she was exhausted.
The next weekend, she went to my sister’s. My husband and I had a short getaway planned to Chicago to complete his birthday celebrations. Again, Mom, I’m sorry. I know routine is your friend. Life has been anything but routine. She is confused about why she has to go there. ‘Why can’t I just go home?’
I’m getting that question a lot. I don’t blame her. I try to make things as easy for her as I can. I try to give her plenty of “space” to do what she wants. I haven’t made any extra demands on her about eating or exercising. She is eating well and walking. I’m trying to give her as much freedom as possible. But I know she just wants to be in her home. I get that. And it makes me really sad. I wish I could give her that; and it breaks my heart that I can’t.
Lord, Show me how to make Mom as comfortable as possible. Help her adjust to our home. Make it her home. Give her peace and contentment. Please don’t her friends forget she is here. Help me to be creative in getting them together.