Mother Update

Here is my brother's letter as of today:


Here we are, a week or so after Mom’s triumphant return home, and here is the latest update.

This amazing woman has come a long way in two short weeks.
First, she was 911’d to the hospital with those days of drama and tension.
Through today she has recovered so well, you would almost never know there was a medical event at all.
She used her walker for about the first hour home. She said it was too difficult to navigate it through the house, so switched to her cane.
That lasted almost a day before she started carrying it, or leaving it hang somewhere while working in that general area.
Finally, she put it away and started free-styling all around the house.
It did take the better part of a week before she attempted and conquered the stairs.

Mom is pretty much back to her old self. She climbs up and down the steps and we walk wherever she wishes.
Yesterday, was her first physical therapy session. They last about an hour. Mother loved it and did not take a nap afterward.
Her therapist is a great lady. She knows her stuff and drives Mother much harder than Mom would drive herself exercising at home.
We’ll be visiting her three times a week for the next month. Mom should be pretty well rebalanced by then and strong like bull. LoL

This morning, we went to the laundromat to wash clothes.
After returning home, we went to the bank and back, which is a good 4-block jaunt.
That completed, we took off to go shopping and walked through a few stores for better than two hours.

Physically, she is in very good shape. 

This event hit her brain in the classic stroke style: confusion, speech, and muscle control issues.
There are a few residual issues, but they are minor and infrequent.
On occasion, Mom will take a bit longer to form and enunciate a specific word.

Post first stroke her hands used to unconsciously shake a bit. That has minimized to almost vanished.
She walked kind of flat-footed and cautiously. Her therapist noticed and has her walking properly now.
Although slowly for now, she walks more easily and with confidence.

In the store this afternoon, she stopped to look at the magazine rack.
Mother looked up and thought she had lost me. After a moment or two, she thought to turn around and there I was.

I do not know how things will progress, but I purposely work to stimulate Mom's mind in positive ways.
I try to keep her on her toes and we have a lot of fun in the process.

All in all, Mom’s recovery is every bit a miracle. God has re-gifted her to us once again.
She definitely is a Weeble. She wobbles, but she won’t fall down. (Sorry, old toy commercial)

Nothing in life is certain. After all this happened again, of one thing, I am pretty sure.
When Jesus returns, Mom will be alive and well, and waiting to greet Him with open arms.


Thank you all again for the Blessing of your prayers.
May God give you a Holy hug and fill you with His Love, Comfort and Peace.