Who are you, and what did you do with my mother?
That is the question I just asked my 84 year old Mom as she sits painting her fingernails in my living room. She smiles as she kicks her legs out and asks me if I think she got all the hair. What? She says she shaved her legs this morning. Who is this woman?
She came home from the hospital last Thursday evening. If you’ve read my previous posts, you know she has been one very sick woman, and quite frankly, we thought she wasn’t long for this earth. As the doctors talked about releasing her, I was very concerned about my ability to take care of her this time around — she was so sick in the hospital. All day Friday, Saturday, and Sunday morning, she was weary, weak and had absolutely no energy. I intended to “make her comfortable” and hope for the best, but expect the worst.
But Sunday afternoon, she rallied, and we are shocked. We don’t know what to think. Is it the new thyroid meds? Is it my sister visiting from out of state (adrenaline)? Weren’t they just chasing a “last stage, incurable cancer last week? (we have heard nothing more out of the oncologists) Wow.
She doesn’t look like the same woman!
She went with my sister to their rented lake cottage on Sunday afternoon, out to lunch with us on Monday, and back to the cottage this afternoon. Amazing.
I don’t know what this means.
Yes, she is weak and certainly, still frail. But her energy level is up, and her appetite is good — very good. Even her dementia is barely noticeable; she seems pretty lucid.
This could just be a fluke. Maybe she is just having a couple of really good days. I don’t know. Time will tell.
But for today, we’ll take it, and be grateful for it. Thank you, Lord.