Well, she’s done it again!
Yesterday she was much improved over the day before. She was awake — watchful, hungry some of the time, wanting water, wanting to get off her back, wanting to know how she got there, wanting to know if she was going home with me, wanting to go to her home, wondering how she was ever going to get up on the bus– interspersed with some very interesting proclamations (“God loves a cheerful giver!!!”). So yes, she didn’t sleep nearly as much yesterday — but still not remembering a lot of stuff, very confused at times, and others quite with it. Her family doctor came in yesterday and took out the stitches that should have come out ten days ago — (we haven’t seen her orthopedic guy since she had the heart attack in the hospital, which was 17 days ago) — and she rallied to his presence like someone turned on a light, causing him to proclaim that she needed to work hard to get better so she could go back to her house and her bird! This morning she doesn’t remember that he was there . . .
Frankly, we are so confused as a family. Our Deborah, who is our household’s resident hospice nurse, tells us that this is not unusual — that there often are good days spaced between the bad. So we don’t know if this is just a temporary spike or if it is a trend. Whew! It’s a roller coaster!
My youngest sister, Alma spent the night and she said that she had a good night. Middle Sister, Sarah’s family is coming in for the weekend, and we want her to be able to enjoy them. All my brothers and sisters gave me such an incredible gift last weekend to be able to be with my family even while keeping up with what happened with Mama, and I would like for her to be able to have the same privilege. Nel and his wife, Rose were to go to Canada next week on a yearly vacation, but they have decided to stay home and come to Delaware instead. This is a great comfort to us local siblings. It will be nice to have them here. Please continue to pray for us — for wisdom and courage and patience.
And that is the news from a sunny corner room at Country Rest Home, where our Merciful, Loving Heavenly Father keeps watch with us and only He knows what this day holds. We choose to trust Him.