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Mom Had A Stroke
Mom had a stroke. I had to keep track somehow. This was my technique to navigate MY emotional journey.
Day 7, wednesday
Four dozen dead files are finally and with great production removed from the ceiling light over mom’s hospital bed by building maintenance. Even in her somewhat reduced state mom knows how to get things done. An endless tide of friends and family visit mom all day. My sister and I are equally charmed by mom’s neurologist — a man who has paid careful attention, listening as we speak rapid-fire of possible events and signs which may have lead up to her stroke. He ordered a test which yielded a result that may be the explanation for all mom’s horrible falls the past few years.
Mom is moved to rehab. She walks 20 feet today with assistance and a small four legged walker. We are all at home prepping for Thanksgiving dinner without her. The orange one received two rounds of insulin properly spaced 12 hours apart today.
Day 8, thanksgiving
At last! I’ve hacked out recipe for a glorious loaf of 3-grain gluten-free yeast bread. My taste buds are singing. Loki quietly accepts his insulin shot. The big cats go outside for their early morning constitutional. I open the bedroom door to release Hamilton-the-Kraken. Kitty-zoom ensues. He streaks like a lightning bolt from top to bottom, side to window, to…
