I just realized it has been some time since I have shared my world. Well, here goes…
Since the ER shenanigans, my mom has paroled to our house. One step closer to her own bed, but I need to get her house ready before that can happen. The girls have been in Nana heaven! It was one thing to FaceTime with Nana, but to see her and be able to help her in her recovery meant everything to my nurturing little girls. They take her for her walks (just around the dining room table), help her get to the bathroom, and happily get whatever she needs.
My mom could not do stairs at first, so we spent a week sleeping on the reclining couch. My patient, still a teenager, would try to make trips to the bathroom in the middle of the night on her own. I tell you…old people, I mean teenagers don’t listen!
It took a bit more time, but as of today, I am happy to report that my mom is getting around on her own. I was able to return to my bed at night and my worry meter has gone down, just a touch.
Oh…before I forget, her stitches got taken out on Friday too. We still don’t know what Arnold was, but it sounds like there may be some chemo and radiation in her future. It’s funny, a year ago, hearing the words chemo and radiation would have brought me to my knees. Today, the hardest part is over. Chemo and radiation are just maintenance and prevention! #Bring…It…ON!
