Yes but I can't help going to the hospital. I have a lot of work to do so I make a morning trip and then another trip in the afternoon getting my work done between visits and at night. She had a visit from some of her family members today and that cheered her up.
Yes but it allows me to make the visits shorter and put some time in between to get other things done. I'm drawn to the hospital. I really don't want to go anywhere else currently. I still have a business that needs tending and her chores added to mine so time is becoming very precious.
It is just a matter of days. We are waiting for the staff to work out the details to move her to a recovery facility where they will begin acute therapy. They have been waiting to watch for progress, something important to get insurance approval. She is saying a few random words, answers questions more readily with yes and no and even moved her disabled right arm a little. It isn't a lot but apparently enough to take the next step. The goal is to get her home within 90 days. So the process is in play.
Hey, that's really good news!
The neurologist said that 90% of stroke victims gain 90% recovery in 90 days. Only two months to go if true. I'm planning 2 to 3 hours per day working on rehab. I've spent the last two weeks watching the therapists so I have a small clue about what to do. I have bought her a wheelchair, a walker and a gait belt to help.
Dementia doesn't get better as far as I know. Brain damage from a stroke usually gets better. My wife has some vascular dementia as well but not enough to be debilitated by it. The stroke, on the other hand is very debilitating. That dementia was likely caused by some minor strokes she has suffered in the past. We'll just deal with it. There is no other option.
No, it doesn't. Unfortunately, it gets progressively worse.
It certainly does. But surprisingly I've been able to teach him how to do few things. They are simple tasks which he would have known how to do before.
Actually that is really good. Steve knows who I am but doesn't recognise our son or daughter who he sees every week.My dad can't do much of anything now. He's wheelchair bound. He can feed himself, but wearing a bib because he doesn't always get everything in his mouth.
But, the important thing is that he still knows who we all are.
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