Looking for HOPE
This morning the sun woke me up streaming from the window on the right side of my face. My curtains were not closed at the very tip top of the window. I leave them a little open so I can feel the sun on my face in the morning when the sun is facing that way. You can't see inside unless you are 10 feet tall and even then you won't be able to see anything. It is just a little thing I do so that sometimes the sun can wake me up. So, this morning I felt the sun on my cheek as I was turning over to get another 10 minutes of sleep. I decided to wake up anyway and start the day.
My day was started differently this morning and that was because of yesterday morning. It seems that my mom can't catch a break from the hospital. Last year she ran into all kinds of health problems at the age of 76 before that she was a heathly as anyone else. But, all of a sudden, it was all of a sudden to us and her too, she was sitting on the bed and got really hot and couldn't cool off and then her jaw drooped and I knew that it was time to call 911 she was in trouble. She had a stoke and every since that day back in August 2014. It started as just a regular day as most days too until something happens and then it is not regular anymore. Then it becomes a day that you will never forget. And it was a day that nobody will ever forget in this house. The stroke was mild as strokes go and she was left with left side weakness but could still move and walk after she recovered from the broken hip she got in the hospital too. So, she walks using a walker and according to her physical therapist she is getting stronger, her legs are strong and her arm and hand on that side is stronger then it was also. She has had a good two months of progress. Everything was going good. She was walking more, remembering more things then usual and even talking about things I thought she long forgot. She had been playing with my son and being loud with him and laughing with him and things were nice. Although, the only regret was is that she really couldn't go any further outside then the porch because of the steps and she is not big on going up and down steps. She really never has been a steps person. But, when you live in a congested apartment driven city that is all you are going to find is places with steps and more steps unless you get lucky and so far we haven't been that lucky to avoid steps.
You couldn't have asked for a better day if you tried for her. She even did wonderful with her physical therapy which she really doesn't like doing but she knows that she has too and that has helped her legs get strong and her arms too. So, at nightfall, when she went to bed I was glad that they day went so well. As a matter of fact the past week had gone well too. It was like actually having my "old" mom back for a while. We were all loving that. So, when I woke up yesterday morning I had a feeling. Just a feeling you get when you know something is not right. That 6th sense. My nephew had made her breakfast and she was eating but was not looking like herself, the self she had become since the stroke, and a few more bites of breakfast I knew that something was really wrong and I had to call 911. She is back at the hospital and not happy about it. None of us are.
The bad part is that they can't find the reason that she is having these episodes. I call them episodes for lack of a better word. The doctors don't know what to call them. They don't have a clue. They do test after test after test and still come up with it is "possible that it is this" or "possible it is that" Until they know what it is EXACTLY then they don't know how to treat it. She hates hospitals and I do too. I don't like the smell of them, the look of them or the feel of them. But, that is the only place to go when you are sick so we just deal with them and hope that the doctors and nurses can figure out what is going on and figure out how to solve it. I have been doing what I can online trying to figure it out as well. I am no doctor but who knows I might run across something that they missed. After all this is my mom and I don't want anything to happen to her and want her to live out her life in peace and at home not in and out of hospitals.
Today is back to the hospital. Tomorrow she is back home. I hope she is back home with a cure for all of these episodes. I really hope so.
My day was started differently this morning and that was because of yesterday morning. It seems that my mom can't catch a break from the hospital. Last year she ran into all kinds of health problems at the age of 76 before that she was a heathly as anyone else. But, all of a sudden, it was all of a sudden to us and her too, she was sitting on the bed and got really hot and couldn't cool off and then her jaw drooped and I knew that it was time to call 911 she was in trouble. She had a stoke and every since that day back in August 2014. It started as just a regular day as most days too until something happens and then it is not regular anymore. Then it becomes a day that you will never forget. And it was a day that nobody will ever forget in this house. The stroke was mild as strokes go and she was left with left side weakness but could still move and walk after she recovered from the broken hip she got in the hospital too. So, she walks using a walker and according to her physical therapist she is getting stronger, her legs are strong and her arm and hand on that side is stronger then it was also. She has had a good two months of progress. Everything was going good. She was walking more, remembering more things then usual and even talking about things I thought she long forgot. She had been playing with my son and being loud with him and laughing with him and things were nice. Although, the only regret was is that she really couldn't go any further outside then the porch because of the steps and she is not big on going up and down steps. She really never has been a steps person. But, when you live in a congested apartment driven city that is all you are going to find is places with steps and more steps unless you get lucky and so far we haven't been that lucky to avoid steps.
You couldn't have asked for a better day if you tried for her. She even did wonderful with her physical therapy which she really doesn't like doing but she knows that she has too and that has helped her legs get strong and her arms too. So, at nightfall, when she went to bed I was glad that they day went so well. As a matter of fact the past week had gone well too. It was like actually having my "old" mom back for a while. We were all loving that. So, when I woke up yesterday morning I had a feeling. Just a feeling you get when you know something is not right. That 6th sense. My nephew had made her breakfast and she was eating but was not looking like herself, the self she had become since the stroke, and a few more bites of breakfast I knew that something was really wrong and I had to call 911. She is back at the hospital and not happy about it. None of us are.
The bad part is that they can't find the reason that she is having these episodes. I call them episodes for lack of a better word. The doctors don't know what to call them. They don't have a clue. They do test after test after test and still come up with it is "possible that it is this" or "possible it is that" Until they know what it is EXACTLY then they don't know how to treat it. She hates hospitals and I do too. I don't like the smell of them, the look of them or the feel of them. But, that is the only place to go when you are sick so we just deal with them and hope that the doctors and nurses can figure out what is going on and figure out how to solve it. I have been doing what I can online trying to figure it out as well. I am no doctor but who knows I might run across something that they missed. After all this is my mom and I don't want anything to happen to her and want her to live out her life in peace and at home not in and out of hospitals.
Today is back to the hospital. Tomorrow she is back home. I hope she is back home with a cure for all of these episodes. I really hope so.
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