Mom and rehab
Oct. 31st, 2013 12:28 pmIt's been a long week of chemo and doctor appointments. I won't be online nearly so much next week.
Mom has improved tremendously since Sunday.
When I picked her up Sunday, she had about 40% control on her left side. She pocketed food in her left cheek, couldn't always keep her lips closed--as if the side of her face was numb, drooled a bit, dropped anything in her left hand. She had no appetite, was listless, groggy and had trouble following conversations. Her speech was hesitant and slurred.
Today, she snarfed blueberry pancakes, had a doughnut afterward, and has had a couple of fig newtons as well. She's holding on to things in the left hand, as long as she focuses. No drooling, and her face is more mobile. She's texting with both hands, and her left is doing general work as she writes the checks for her bills while the chemo pump runs. She sounds almost normal when speaking. She got her bra on, by herself, with minimal trouble. On Monday, she fought it for 25 minutes until she gave up and let me help.
Last night, she put fimo clay handles on crochet hooks, changed purses and baked a batch of cupcakes. We just have to build in a little more time to do things.
(Hester is tickled to have someone to take care of. She's bought fairy themed coloring books, pink glitter bouncy balls and sparkly purple clay. Therapy tools, and they're helping. David even showed up to help tape plastic wrap over the port. Hester squeamed out on that one.)
Mom has improved tremendously since Sunday.
When I picked her up Sunday, she had about 40% control on her left side. She pocketed food in her left cheek, couldn't always keep her lips closed--as if the side of her face was numb, drooled a bit, dropped anything in her left hand. She had no appetite, was listless, groggy and had trouble following conversations. Her speech was hesitant and slurred.
Today, she snarfed blueberry pancakes, had a doughnut afterward, and has had a couple of fig newtons as well. She's holding on to things in the left hand, as long as she focuses. No drooling, and her face is more mobile. She's texting with both hands, and her left is doing general work as she writes the checks for her bills while the chemo pump runs. She sounds almost normal when speaking. She got her bra on, by herself, with minimal trouble. On Monday, she fought it for 25 minutes until she gave up and let me help.
Last night, she put fimo clay handles on crochet hooks, changed purses and baked a batch of cupcakes. We just have to build in a little more time to do things.
(Hester is tickled to have someone to take care of. She's bought fairy themed coloring books, pink glitter bouncy balls and sparkly purple clay. Therapy tools, and they're helping. David even showed up to help tape plastic wrap over the port. Hester squeamed out on that one.)